#watcher mirad

Well, that will make it easier to get down. Aloth gave the hidden stairs a rueful look. This is what I get for trying to think like the Watcher.

What was it ye said ‘bout him? Iselmyr piped up. How intelligent and clever he is…

I still hold to that. He also just has a penchant for doing things the most difficult way possible first. Aloth sighed. “Onward it is.”

Ayyyyyy it's a new fic!

Well. It's a fic I've had for literal years, finally making its way to the public eye.

Chapter 3 up!

"No," Aloth gasped, and then pain flared across his body. By the time he caught his breath it was too late. He could hear his pulse, too loud, and feel the expansion of his lungs, but everything else dimmed. He was vaguely aware of his body stretching and cracking his knuckles.

"Now. Where were we?" Iselmyr said.

The Watcher might not know what he was getting himself into; Aloth should tell him no on principle. He swallowed, surprised to realize that the idea of telling Mirad ‘no’ put a bittersweet ache in his chest. Would that be the end of their friendship? It would be so much easier if the Watcher simply realized that this was a terrible idea.

“I move slowly, Watcher,” he warned. He was glad when his voice didn’t tremble. “You are likely to find yourself unsatisfied.”

“Alright,” Mirad said without hesitation. “I’ll follow your lead.”

The very short slow burn part of my Pillars of Eternity series, because by the time I started writing fic I'd just spent over 40 hours slow-burning myself by playing the game and I wanted to get to the smut I knew was there.

This is mostly just Aloth backstory, plus some Aloth x Watcher pining, and I'm way too proud of it.