#pale elf

What my OC sees when his eyes glow with “garnet lust” in my fan fic.

Just a quick little story about how my OC handled the Oblodra situation in Moonrise Towers. I needed a break from my overly detailed 8K and rising smut chapter. Anyway. Enjoy!

Warning: Violence. Bullying and Strong language. 18+

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Araj stammered backwards into the table. Sending both her and various bottles clattering to the ground.

Aloria had a hand around her armor strap and was yanking her forward before the alchemist could process she was no longer standing.  

“Understand this you nepotistic, brain washed Underdark slag. These PEOPLE follow me because I have earned their trust and respect. Not because I was born with some bullshit name that demands it.”

“What is that supposed to mean to me you male sympathizing sun slut!?” She spat.

Aloria pushed into her space close enough she could smell the feted undertone Astarion had complained about.

“It means my clit is bigger than yours."

Araj shifted uncomfortably under Aloria's intense gaze.

"You so much a breath disrespectfully around any of those I protect, I will make it my new true soul purpose to give you more blood than you could ever hope to have. And you needn’t worry about the source...”

Aloria smeared a drip of blood that trailed down from a cut on Araj’s eyebrow across her lips and sneered as she recoiled from the taste of it.

“Because it will all be yours.”

Araj wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as Aloria released her and stepped back.  

“Now, apologize to him.”

The look she gave Astarion dripped with distain.   

“Apologize? To a slave? I’d rather die…”

Aloria had her bow loaded and fired before the Drow could finish the sentence. The arrow made a dull thump sound as it sunk into the rotten table close enough to her face to cut her hair.

"Sorry, hands a little sore."

The second arrow was already pulled and aimed slightly in.

“WAIT! DOMINA!” Araj shouted as she covered her face with her arm.

Aloria lowered the bow and waited.

“I’m sorry I was disrespectful to you, spaw...Astarion. I did not know you were an…equal.”

Astarion fidgeted. Unsure wither to be flippant or just accept to defuse the situation.

“Forgiven. But let this be a lesson that topside true souls do not bow to Drow traditions.”

Aloria grabbed Araj by her armor again and forced her to her feet. She took a moment to right her skewed breast plate then walked away. Leaving the Drow completely shaken and confused.

Aloria hadn’t planned on confronting the alchemist but the way she had spoken to Astarion had angered her to the point of blindness. She hated confrontation. But she hated people who felt entitled to just take what they wanted from others more.

She knew she did the right thing by defending her friends. But she was pissed that she even had to.

Standing up to others in such a direct way also left her with a surplus of adrenaline in her veins. The memory of setting justifiable boundaries only to be punished added to her anxiety and drove her need to be as far away from the stench of that tower as soon as possible.

She was on the verge of a panic attack and she didn't want her companions to see it.

"Some "hero" you are." She mentally chastised herself. "Running away from your own feelings. What a charlatan."

She was already back in the main hall when Astarion caught up to her.

“Well. That was certainly a show. Did you see her face? She really thought you were going to kill her."

“Mmmhum.”

She flexed the hand she had used to punch Araj. Using the pain to distract her from her wild emotions.    

Astarion didn’t have to ask if she was okay. He could smell that she wasn’t. The bittersweet scent of anger and fear rolled off her in waves.

Thinking better of continuing to use wit to defuse the situation like he always did, he dropped back and let her go.   

“Damn.” Karlach said, standing next to Astarion to watch Aloria ascend the stairs to leave. “I wish I had someone to lose their shit over me like that.”

“Odd that you assume that she wouldn’t have done the same if it was you.” Shadowheart said as she walked past them to keep Aloria in her sight.   “Yeah. I guess you are right. But that felt "personal" personal.”

Guilt rose in Astarion's throat like bile. That was the third time she had stood up for him. The third time she had proven she saw him as a person and not a thing to be used.

He couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t important to him anymore. Couldn't pretend that she only kept him around for his looks and sexual abilities. She didn't. And she deserved better.

Karlach bumped Astarion's arm with her elbow.

"Lucky fucker. Nothing to say about what just happened? Our leader just busted someone's chops for you."

Astarion said the only thing he could think of as Aloria and Shadowheart disappeared over the landing.

Chapter 11: Healing Hands. (snippet)

Finally got eleven dressed and out the door. This chapter is a grab bag. You got your comfort, your validation, your top, your bottom, your revelations, your shameful rutting in the dark of night.

Get loved then get edged you horny brats.

Nothing to warn about in this snippet. The chapter however...you might be a little...frustrated.

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They were cuddled together. The long pillow squished against the side along with smaller ones they had collected in their travels to put them in a semi upright position. The bed they shared resembled a massive couch big enough to accommodate two people sleeping side by side. Astarion’s right leg was bent up, using his thigh as a prop for the book he was reading. The fingers of his right hand splayed low against the pages to hold it open. A mastered flick of his ring finger turned the pages effortlessly. 

Aloria snuggled against his left side. Wedged between the plush velvet back of the bed and him. Her head on his shoulder with her right hand balled into a fist, tucked under her chin and her other arm draped across his abdomen. Astarion alternated between twirling a piece of her hair between his fingers and gently scratching her scalp. Rubbing his cheek against the top of her head in a seemingly mindless gesture from time to time. She read alongside him in between heavy lids that lured her away under the rhythmic sound of Astarion’s lungs.   

He often chose to breathe around her. He didn’t need to, and she never requested it, but he did it anyway. She was unsure if he did because he felt it made her feel more comfortable. Or it made him feel more alive. Maybe it was both. But if he did it because he wanted to, she didn’t make it a point to care.

Just as a vision began to form in her mind’s eye, a murmuring voice floated through the partitions, bringing her back to the room. 

“Best to be avoided! I assure …mmm Hag bears.”

Aloria opened her eyes to find Astarion staring at the screen in Gale’s direction. His brow pinched as he attempted to decipher the wizards’ ramblings. The sound of sheets rustling could be heard as he shifted in his bed.

“No no…tea is not a bookmark. Trolls don’t have toes. Question my intelligence…”

His incoherent babbling carried on for a few more moments before he fell quiet again.

Astarion shook his head, speaking in a low voice.

“And he calls you noisy.”

Aloria shifted, freeing her hand to ward off the numbness that was creeping in due to the oddly bent position.

“Noisy because of you.”

“Me? Do I have dominion over your reactions? I think not.”

“Are you saying you don’t make an effort to make me cry out?”

Astarion smiled.“Well, when you put it that way.” 

“He does tend to talk in his sleep a lot.”

“Yes. Part of being camped near the wizard is suffering his nightly speeches. Nothing to be done about it, short of gagging him.”

“Hmmm, do you fantasize about gaging him often?”

“Oh yes, I think of it ceaselessly.”

“I’m sure Gale would be flattered to know you obsess over stuffing his mouth.”

Astarion looked at her disapprovingly.

“Perhaps the better option would be to stuff yours since you can’t seem to control what comes out of it.”