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Turns out, it’s not heart disease that gets you. Not a car crash, the second coming, or even a plain old slip in the shower that removes you from this mortal coil.
It’s motherfucking aliens.
Your Uncle Randy would be so proud.
Or: two losers cheat, stab, and flirt their way to a win.
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- Part 1 of these two shitheads
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Centuries of pain, a ritual, (not) hunger, (not) desire, a lost soul, a search, a yearning, bodies, bodies...
And a heart that changes everything.
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“You looked at me with those wide, righteous eyes while you set me up to fail,” he hissed. “You vixen.”
For one fleeting instant, pain flickered behind the ruby fury.
Then it vanished.
He dropped her.
Shadowheart caught her before she fell completely to the cold, hard stone.
“Leave,” Astarion hissed through his sharp teeth. “If I ever see you again—I want you dead.”
4 years has passed since the Netherbrain threat. Tav is reminded of her past adventure and her vampiric companion wherever she goes. She won't be able to avoid the consequences of her decisions or Astarion for long.
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Aeris Tavish is sold off into an arranged marriage with Ketheric Thorm, a high ranking general of Baldur's Gate. Once they are married, Ketheric expects two things of her. Her unquestioning obedience and that she must never under any circumstances go outside after dark.
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You remember him the way he was when you met, the way you watched him grow up. Your teenage years weren’t beautiful the way they’re supposed to be. You were awkward in your own body, thick and clumsy and unsure. Wyll, however, was always graceful. His limbs lengthened, his voice deepened, and all of it seemed to happen so smoothly, at just the right time. He was pretty and he was perfect. Neat and tidy next to your messy tangle of string.
But you’ve knitted yourself together over the years, and he’s frayed a bit. Now you’re sitting on a beach together, making each other laugh. Feeling comfortable, impossibly so, even as your heart sits high in your throat. Feeling seen and understood. Feeling…a lot of things. Too many, more than you can identify.
You find yourself wondering how it feels to be kissed kindly, by someone who laughs at your jokes and knows things about your father and thinks you’re smart. By someone who’s thought about it before, for all that it may have been years ago.
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Really, what’s the worst that could happen?