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A short story in which Astarion gets a little jealous of his not-so-best friend spending time with Gale. Featuring drinking Lae'zel, booming Karlach, stubborn-I-don't-have-a-bestie-Astarion, my somewhat himbo Tav Eldrin and Gale.
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“You miss your bestie, don’t you?”
”Eldrin isn’t my bestie.” He says tossing the stick into the fire.
”He is, he told me the other day how you’re a great friend." Lae'zel hisses. "His gushing made me sick. Though... it’s good to have someone you can trust.”
Astarion turns away, facing the tents. Droplets hit his hands. Was he crying?
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A cozy short in which Eldrin and Gale take a break from midterm season. Warm milk tea, candles, soft elf hours, comfy cuddles, books, Tara being a mom and Gale being built like a furnace ensue!
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"Tara's right... we should take a break." Eldrin states, wrapping his arms around his sides. "A warm drink and cozy nap sounds good."
"You're very much like her, always wanting warm spots for naps, your favourite spot being on me." Eldrin's cheeks light a soft pink.
"H-Hey... It's not my fault you're built like a fireplace..." Gale chuckles, grabbing Eldrin's hand for them to lie on their bed.
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Mind letting me in?" That comforting voice, Gale. The wizard sits alongside him, brows furrowing in concern.
"I can't." He mumbles.
"Eldrin..." Conversations like these weren't a rare occurrence. Throughout their journey, Eldrin had many doubts, so much so that he almost lost faith in himself. How easy would it be for him to disappear, after all, he had nothing. He has no home, family, or pets, only the clothes on his back and endless stacks of junk that Astarion insists he should drop.
The half-elf sits his head back up, chin on his knees, not realizing the wetness on his cheeks. Turning his head he sees Gale giving him that look, the one that always makes his heart do flips and confide everything.
"I..." He shuts his eyes, feeling warm fingers wiping his tears. "Gale..."
