#wisdomcaster

for these cozy camp OC asks—ty for the ask!! 💖 i got a lot of asks for this so i'll default to just answering for elenion on this one.

6. Do they drink alcohol? Do the others have any funny drunk stories about your OC? If they don't drink, are all companions respectful of that?

Oh this is a fun one haha. Can I use some excerpts from my post-canon fic to explain how Elenion acts when he drinks? Because I haven't written anything set during the game that's relevant to this question but I do have this:

…The wine had also made Elenion a little too honest. Midway through explaining everything, they found themself doing a tipsy reenactment of the dance routine from “The Tail That Wags”—but without the light show, and with an improvised ending of them dramatically falling into Gale’s lap and pulling him into a deep kiss that was equal parts fierce and teasing. Everyone had a laugh about that, especially after Shadowheart sarcastically said “Get a room, you two,” only to be reminded that, well, this was their room. At one point, Wyll raised a glass and proposed a toast to Karlach and Astarion. And suddenly, the well of overwhelming emotions Elenion had been carrying all day just spilled out as he actually cried a little and half-drunkenly told the whole group he loved them. That had very much served as a reminder of why he usually tried not to get drunk if he could help it.

And this, from the same fic but a different chapter, exactly a year later in the timeline:

Amid the commotion, Elenion, his cheeks flushed from drink, pulled Gale into a fierce kiss that drew raucous cheers and groans in equal measure. Gale suspected this was becoming some sort of holiday tradition—one he wouldn’t dare complain about. And later, he insisted on playing a song. The music was riddled with missed notes, but no one seemed to care—not when the whole room was singing along, laughter spilling over every mistake. Now, Gale sat beside Elenion on the balcony outside their room, the stars spilling silver across the night sky. Elenion’s fingers traced lazily over the lute strings, weaving a gentle, if uneven, melody.  “Hmm… that note sounded suspiciously like a cat being attacked by a harp,” Gale teased as he slid a hand through their hair. A hiccupping laugh escaped them, their eyes glossy. “Oh, that’s exactly the sound I was aiming for, darling! How could you not tell?” A tear slid down the side of their face. They blinked at it, hiccupping again. “Wha—why is this happening? It’s just a lute!” Gale chuckled softly. Elenion usually took great care to avoid inebriation, lest he lose his composure. And yet, here he was, every bit as messy as he feared being—and still utterly gorgeous, not to mention almost absurdly cute. “It’s not the lute, dear. It’s you,” he said, tapping their nose with a playful grin. Elenion’s fingers lingered on the lute strings for a moment, trembling slightly, as if they were trying to cling to the last shreds of control. Their lips wobbled, another tear slipping free as they let out a long, exaggerated sigh.

Lol so basically, Elenion likes the taste of wine and likes to drink just enough to dull the edges of his anxiety. But he's ridiculously careful about it, knows exactly where his limit is and rarely crosses it, because if he gets even a little drunk he gets overemotional and weepy and affectionate. And he hates letting people see him in a way that doesn't match up with his perfectly curated image or losing control of himself in any way.