If you've ever been reading Spider and Songbird and thought "Damn it'd be great if they'd cut these poor fuckers a break," this one's for you.
Spider and Songbird Solstice(ish) Sunday!
Happy holidays everyone!
Since our regularly scheduled programing comes on a holiday, I blackmailed Bebbo into writing a happy winter holiday bit, post events of S&S where everyone has their happily ever afters (because we've hit a really sad part and wanted to give you all a blanket and hot cocoa to get you through it)
We're coming up towards the conclusion of part 1 of Spider and Songbird where our titular siblings are reunited and we've loved having you all with us. Baldur's Gate means a lot to me, it's the first video game I ever played and it taught me a lot of my life lessons (there's no exp for staying safely on the road/at the inn being the main one, kind strangers when you need them are not necessarily friends is another) and Baldur's Gate 3 lives up to the hype I had for it. I love being able to tell this story with my friend and have all of my strange online friends read it. As always, send me any asks, any comments, any anythings and I'll answer everything about the world, the AU, and my beloved Dehlia (and Ashes and Kitty my other Tavs who make a surprise appearance here)
Full story below the cut if you'd like it, link to the Ao3 version here
Dehlia was the one that organized the Winter Solstice party. Of course she was, she was the most interested in parties of any of the regulars. In Waterdeep the Solstice overlapped with Simril, and she insisted that the Emerald Grove celebrate accordingly. It was cold, not quite to snowing, but she had convinced Halsin to organize the get-together on a hillside far away from the city. They arrived over the course of the day, in carpooled van loads of regulars and workers and friends and family, the last of them showing up just before sundown. Halsin had a hot cocoa and cider station set up. Someone brought hard cider, spiked eggnog, and wine. Karlach organized a bonfire and a s’mores station. The bonfire was perhaps bigger than was strictly (or legally) safe for making s’mores at, but no one had the heart to tell Karlach that. It was her first Simril, she hadn’t been to Waterdeep or Neverwinter during the season, and it was the first time in a long time she’d been able to celebrate any holiday with friends. Gale had star charts and a telescope set up at the peak of the hill and was lecturing anyone who would listen, which largely accounted for his partner, Ashes, and Lae’zel, about the cosmos.
Dehlia was running around, ever the perfect hostess, making sure everyone had enough blankets, that they knew where to get s’mores and hot drinks, to make sure they knew where to look for their star. She could find the star anyone was born under as long as they knew when and where they were born. After all, the point of Simril was to find their lucky stars they were born under, or that their ancestors were born under, and point them out to loved ones. So if they didn’t know their star, she would help them so they could enjoy the holiday. She was maneuvering past the Bluetooth speaker when an arm shot out to snake around her waist. In a smooth movement she was pulled against the chest of a very handsome man who laughed at her and spun her in a circle in time to the music. She laughed along, placing her hand in Wyll’s and tilting up on her toes to brush a kiss against his jaw. He tilted to kiss her properly as they swayed in a slow circle to a song about stars.
“You don’t have to race around like there’s someone to impress. This night is about celebrating, even for you. Dance with me?” He whispered against Dehlia’s ear, leaned over her with one hand placed gently against the small of her back and the other holding her hand to his chest.
“Always, handsome. Thank you for reminding me,” she pressed another kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”
Tathlyn watched his sister, happy in the arms of her partner, from a pile of blankets near the bonfire. More than the hot drink or the bonfire at his back, the thing that seemed to warm him the most was the sight of her enjoying herself. Even after all the improvements to both of their lives, it still seemed like a rare and precious thing to get to watch Dehlia letting herself be happy.
Astarion, curled into fifteen or so blankets dragged from the offered blankets and their own home, grumbled about the cold. Again.
“Here, love,” he opened an arm, indulgent, and Astarion shuffled closer, shoving the tip of his nose into the crook of Tathlyn’s neck.
“I really don’t understand why we bothered,” Astarion griped, “We could’ve done something at the cafe. Or at home. With the heat going.”
“We bothered because we like these people.” Tathlyn nudged his jaw against Astarion’s forehead, affectionately. “At this point, I don’t think anyone’s going to believe you no matter how hard you try to pretend like you don’t. Plus, we wouldn’t be able to see the stars if we stayed inside, now would we?”
Astarion hummed, unconvinced, and burrowed closer to Tathlyn’s side.
“Yes, well. Whose fault is that, I wonder? All this affection has ruined my good reputation, you know.”
Tathlyn chuckled and rubbed Astarion’s arm.
“If it’s really bothering you that much, I can go and get you some cider?”
His offer was met with immediate indignation -- Astarion’s arms coiling around his waist to pin him in place.
“Don’t you dare. I’ll freeze to death. And besides, if the whole point of this is to look at stars…” he glanced up through his eyelashes, “I’m right here.”
That pulled another laugh from Tathlyn, who reached up to cup the side of Astarion’s face and pull him into a gentle kiss.
“Alright,” he ceded, “Maybe if you stare at Halsin long enough, he’ll take pity and bring some over. Put those big sad eyes to some use.”
“And what use are Astarion’s big sad eyes being put to?” Halsin appeared, kneeling behind them with a tray of hot drinks.
“Pretty much exactly this,” Tathlyn replied, gratefully accepting the mug of hot coffee Halsin passed him.
For Astarion, there was a cup of mulled wine, with a bottle of heated wine to be tucked into his cave of blankets. Left on the tray was another mug of mulled wine, a hot cocoa with extra whipped cream, sprinkles, and marshmallows, and Halsin’s peppermint tea.
“Your sister seems happy, my heart. I’m sure she’s all the happier with you here. Both of you,” Halsin settled in and pulled Astarion flush against his side. “And it’s a beautiful night outside.”
Astarion tucked the heated bottle into the blankets against his middle and leaned into Halsin’s side, sighing contentedly. Tathlyn rolled his eyes and shuffled closer, closing what little distance had been made as Halsin tucked Astarion against him.
“Unbelievable. Wrap him in enough blankets to smother a small dog and all he does is complain, but you cuddle up with him for five seconds and he melts.”
Astarion cracked one eye open to glance over at Tathlyn and shrugged.
“He brought a hot…well, wine bottle,” he sniffed, “And he’s warmer than you. Not my fault.”
“No, I suppose it’s not. Ass.” Tathlyn bumped his leg against Astarion’s and took a sip of his coffee. He was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted of cocoa powder and a bit of whipped cream.
“Unfortunately, my hearts, I have other obligations to share my warmth,” Halsin nuzzled against the shell of Astarion’s ear as he delivered the unfortunate news, as if it would soften the blow.
He gestured to Kitty Luckfoot who stumbled her way across the field, wrapped in a blanket and holding onto Zevlor’s arm. She shivered so hard, despite the bulky jacket closed over her sweater, mittens, beanie, and fleece-lined tights stuffed into snow-proof boots. Her dyed pigtails stuck out of the bottom of the beanie and her cheeks and nose were red with the cold, but she looked up at Zevlor and laughed loudly at whatever he said. Zevlor carried two folded blankets over one arm and a hot water bottle in a crocheted cozy in his hand that wasn’t gently supporting the smaller young woman.
“You enjoyed the s’mores?” Halsin asked as they approached.
Kitty sat and tucked herself into Halsin’s offered lap, draping her legs off the side facing away from Astarion. Zevlor tucked a blanket around her legs and stuck the hot water bottle under her knees. Halsin passed her the sugary cocoa and Zevlor a mug of wine. With a chuckle he wiped a smear of chocolate and melted marshmallow from the corner of her mouth. She beamed up at him.
“Hello, Tathlyn. Astarion. Halsin, my love, have you tried the ones with peanut butter in them? I didn’t think you could improve on a s’more!”
Halsin’s chuckle rumbled through his chest into Astarion and Kitty as one hand stroked Astarion’s back and the other settled on Kitty’s hip to keep her in place on his lap.
“Evening, Tathlyn. Cold out, isn’t it?” Zevlor sent a friendly smile to Tathlyn with a knowing look at the bundle of Astarion’s blankets. “Having a good time?”
“I’ve never celebrated a Simril before, Tathlyn. Have you? With your dads?” Kitty tilted her head to look at him as she asked, the ever pleasant smile that she shared with her boyfriends the same quality as the one she gave her metamour.
The moment of pleasant cuddling was briefly interrupted with an uproarious burst of laughter as Rolan pointed to a star in the sky and Lia mocked him. The trio sat farther away from the light of the bonfire, near Gale and his telescope with a star map spread out between them.
“Rolan, there’s no way that’s your star, it’s on the wrong side of the sky for this season,” Lia teased him.
“No, no, look at the chart! That rectangle intersects with that triangle and right in the middle is my star. I know what I’m talking about, tell her Cal.”
Cal held up his hands as if surrendering and shrugged slightly. Lia gently pushed Cal in the shoulder, still laughing, and took a swig from a mug of something warm.
“Laugh all you want, you two, I know which my star is. And where it is.” Rolan grumpily swigged his mulled wine and crossed his arms.
“Oh sure you do. And with all of this knowledge of the stars, maybe you can seduce someone into accompanying you to Simril parties, instead of your older sister,” Lia’s teasing continued.
“And younger brother, I’m here too. Besides, Rolan doesn’t need to seduce anyone. He’s got tons of secret admirers. Gets notes from ‘em left at the Grove. You should see some of the things they say about him, Lia. Actually, on second thought, no you shouldn’t. And neither should I. And maybe neither should anyone at the Grove that has to deliver them,” Cal drew his remarks to a rambling close as Rolan choked on his wine. Lia only laughed harder.
“And what’s so funny about that? I’m admirable! There’s lots to admire about me!” Rolan’s glare covered a modicum of insecurity that his siblings saw easily, even if he didn’t. He somehow folded his arms harder after swiping the spilled wine off his chin and shirt front.
“Well and who wouldn’t admire him?” Lia ruffled his hair. “About to start his big job as Lororokan’s apprentice, soon to be heir to the Sundries line, and handsome to boot. Our brilliant little brother.” Her voice was full of admiration and the tips of Rolan’s ears flushed.
“I’ve never heard a good thing about that man, if you run into any trouble, you come let me know, Rolan,” Gale called over as he dropped onto the picnic blanket Ashes had stretched out.
Gale had nagged them the entire time they packed about bringing more blankets, but when they got there he hadn’t sat still long enough for them to wrap him in one. Even as he dropped to sit next to Ashes he pulled the blankets higher on their lap, instead of around his own shivering shoulders. Ossito was lying at Ashes’ feet, but whining as he watched Ashes’ Scratch and Tathlyn’s Scratch chase each other in circles.
“Now, Ossito. You are a very capable young man, and incredibly strong. You have done a wonderful job protecting our dear Ashes. If you’d like to play with your friends, you may, but you must do so respectfully and carefully. Do not knock people or their drinks over. Stay away from the telescope - I suppose that is ‘big metal thing’ to you - and don’t chase each other into the bonfire. Do you understand?”
Ossito gave a whine, probably not of acknowledgement, and nuzzled Ashes’ hand before licking a long stripe of slobber up Gale’s face and running off. Ashes laughed as Gale grimaced and wiped at his face. They lay back, resting their head on Gale’s lap. Gale brushed their hair back from their face and they pressed their forehead into his cool hand.
“Finally back from your trip among the stars, my dear?”
“I’m sorry I was gone so long, did you miss me?” Gale lifted their hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of their hand and their palm.
Play barking broke out and Ossito launched himself into the puppy play-bow to the other dogs’ delight.
“I did. Were you thinking of your research?” They brushed their fingers down the side of his beard.
Tara, not one to be left out or outdone, climbed onto Ashes’ stomach, nestling among the blankets and purring as she kneaded the fabric. Ashes tried not to wince as the claws pricked their skin and set their free hand to scratching between the cat’s shoulder blades.
“I was. Would you like to hear about it?” He scooped a complaintitive Tara from Ashes’ stomach and laid her on his unoccupied leg.
With minor grumbling, Tara settled in, tucking her paws underneath her and purring as he stroked her with his hand that wasn’t clasping Ashes’.
“Love to. You know I like hearing your research,” they pressed a kiss into his hand in return.
“So you see, the theory of independent planes hung in the Astral Sea being separated by globes that protect our planes has one caveat that prevents our isolation. Within this theory there are common realms, or planes of existence that exist connecting every possible plane: the elemental planes being one of them. Because of this theory, we must consider that time is fixed as any alternate timeline would be able to be connected and thus would run the risk of a person able to travel through these connected planes running into an alternate timeline version of themself. This, due to many theories of time travel, would result in the destruction of the world as we know it and therefore must not be possible. Therefore: if we really are but one realm in the Astral Sea, time travel must be impossible. If time travel is possible, the Astral Sea must be devoid of all other sentient life.”
A choking sound came from the other couple nestled together on a picnic blanket, admiring the stars. Shadowheart appeared to be choking on her hot buttered rum and her partner stared at Gale.
“That’s the stupidest, most convoluted shit I’ve ever heard,” Liam said.
He spared a glance at Shadowheart, brow furrowed, as she continued to cough, but she waved him off with the hand that wasn’t clutching her mug for dear life and he contented himself with setting a hand on her back.
“Seriously, I don’t want to be an asshole and ordinarily I’d never dismiss a theory out-of-hand without at least giving you the chance to defend it first, but…really? Bubbles. We’re all in impenetrable bubbles, except that some of them are touching every other possible extant bubble, and not only does that necessarily indicate that alternate timelines would be their own impenetrable bubbles, it also proves that there aren’t any, because we’d have run into ourselves by now? Do-- you hear yourself when you talk. Right? Please tell me you hear yourself.”
“Don’t heckle,” Shadowheart croaked, setting down her mug and slumping into Liam’s side, “He’s not starting a debate with you he’s enchanting his partner with the mysteries of the universe.”
“I’m not heckling,” Liam insisted, turning his full attention back to her, “And that wasn’t mystery, it was bad theorem. He just makes everything sound romantic. It’s infuriating.”
“Please,” Shadowheart affected an exaggerated groan, “I am begging you. On bended knee. Shut the fuck up.”
Liam paused a moment to watch her pantomime an impassioned plea before bending to meet her forehead with his.
“You could always give me something more important to do with my mouth.” He lowered his voice so only she could hear him, and she met his shameless flirting with a firm, silencing kiss.
One of her hands slid up the front of his chest to twine through his hair, and he put an arm around her waist to pull her closer.
“You taste sweet,” he mused when she pulled away for air.
“Could taste sweeter,” came the retort, and she made to stand up, pulling him with her, “You’re making me s’mores. And you’re going to leave our poor besotted Professor Loquacious alone.”
Liam followed her dragging lead as though she were strong enough to move him against his will, laughing all the while.
Karlach greeted the two with an affectionate wolf-whistle as they drew closer to the bonfire she’d taken up full responsibility for tending.
“Hey there, hot stuff!” she crowed, beckoning the happy couple closer with a broad wave of her arm, “You here to join the fun?”
“Hot stuff, yourself,” Shadowheart teased, “You’re the one keeping this thing burning. Ingredients. Where are they?”
Arden sidled up alongside them as Shadowheart voiced her question and gestured vaguely toward the table that had been set up to hold the various tools and sweets they’d assembled for making s’mores.
“S’over there.” His reply was muffled around his hand, which he was in the process of trying to clean melted chocolate off of with his tongue.
“Yeah, provided this one hasn’t run us out yet.”
Karlach swept Arden into her arms as she spoke, earning her a yelp and a startled giggle as she spun him around.
“How are you, gorgeous? Keeping warm?” She kept her arms twined around him even after she’d set him back down, and he had no problem leaning in to press against her, resting his forehead against her shoulder for a moment.
“Hmmm. This helps,” he hummed, “But either way I’d be okay.”
She took the opportunity while he leaned on her to nuzzle into his hair. It was soft, like always, and smelled of her shampoo. Well. At this point it was really more their shampoo with how often they shared it, but that didn’t change the effect that smelling it on him had on her.
“What about you,” he pulled back to fiddle with her scarf, “I know you’re over here being Madame Bonfire, but like-- you okay? You need anything?”
“Oh, I’m just fine. Got my friends, got activities, got sweets. Got a snack,” she gave him a playful squeeze, “Relax, gorgeous. Nobody’s on the hook to take care of nobody. Tonight’s just for having fun, yeah?”
He huffed and tipped his head back into her shoulder as a smile crept over his face.
“Alright. Alright. Yeah.”
A small hand brushed against Arden’s jacket pocket, the leather of his wallet half out of the pocket before Din’s voice carried, not angry or harsh, across the fire.
“Silfy, we do not take wallets during Simril celebrations.”
Silfy looked up at Arden and Karlach, releasing the wallet quickly. Tears welled in her eyes immediately.
“C’mon old man, you’re always telling us we need to educate ourselves. A thorough education is the gift that keeps on giving, after all. Don’t you want Silfy to practice her lessons?” Mol called back, emerging from a hiding place behind a crate of s’mores supplies.
Mol’s smirk and eyepatch met Arden’s and even with only one eye visible, it was clear she winked at him. A secret between two sneaky children.
“Mol, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Silfy cried, “I don’t like this game.”
Mol started to respond when a heavy hand clapped her shoulder. She looked up into the eyes of Dehlia and Tathlyn’s other father, Jo, and that smirk turned into an almost sheepish smile.
“Not that lesson, little one.”
Mol gave a solemn nod, a slight cackle, and ran off into the grass. Karlach swung Silfy up into her arms, telling her a story about dragons and dwarves and a little thief that saved the day. She could always be trusted to cheer up a crying child. Jo joined them and gave Arden a nod.
“Sorry about that, Arden. We’ll try to keep a handle on the little ones, but I’m afraid your influence on Mol has been… well you’ll be roped into her games no matter how we try to stop her I’m afraid,” Jo offered a conciliatory shrug.
“Nothing to apologize for,” Arden chuckled, “I’m not about to get upset over something I absolutely brought on myself. Not at you, and for sure not at the little lady.”
He gave Silfy what he hoped was an encouraging tap on her heel -- easy to reach now that she was up in Karlach’s arms -- and a conciliatory smile.
Din walked up behind Jo, a child sat on his shoulders, and wrapped an arm around Jo’s waist.
“Ew, if you’re going to start kissing, I’m leaving,” Mirkon complained from his perch.
“Better get going then,” Jo teased and lifted the child from Din’s shoulders.
Mirkon, the one that was least likely to cause trouble on purpose, ran off to join the other kids and the dogs at play. They wouldn’t last the whole night, they never did. Dehlia, on occasion, still didn’t stay up the whole night, falling asleep just after midnight and needing to be carried back to her bed, even as an adult. Jo’s eyes trailed after the children, more than he thought he’d ever have on his own, in wonderment.
“I think that means I get a kiss now, husband,” Din teased, looping both arms around Jo’s waist and pulling him tight.
“That you do, husband,” Jo murmured out before Din pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Dads, not in front of the children!” Dehlia laughed, still in Wyll’s arms.
He seemed reluctant to let her go, to watch her go back to being busy and untouchable as she played the hostess, even out in this hilly field.
The fire crackled as the wind blew in, drawing some clouds with it.
“It’s a blessing from Tymora if you can find your star on a cloudy night,” Gale was announcing to the children who had grown too tired or cold and finally sat down to listen to the explanations of stars and charts.
The eruption of children calling for help finding their stars, bragging that they already knew their stars, and calling the other liars joined the sound of music and laughter. Snow started falling, a soft flurry of flakes drifting in on the wind.
“Now, Arden, we’re not saying we expect grandchildren, but as our other two children seem to have the worst time of it getting to the married stage, we are hoping for a proposal from or to you by the end of next year. No pressure, of course, it’s your relationship, but-”
“Yes pressure, very much pressure. Please, please, please, Arden? Karlach? Get engaged so they’ll stop hounding me?” Dehlia has whirled beside them, dragging Wyll along with her.
Arden flushed from neck to hairline and failed to restrain a nervous laugh. He opened his mouth to respond and Karlack, who’d released Silfy to go and join the other kids in finding their stars, draped her arms over his shoulders from behind.
“C’mon, gorgeous. We propose stuff to each other all the time. What’s one more thing?”
Arden leaned back into her.
“Not to be picky, but you’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to put a ring on me, Lady Knight.”
Lae’zel had somehow been roped into playing with the children and dogs, teaching the children the best way to throw a ball so it goes the farthest without getting lost, her partner watching with delight. Minsc attempted to convince children and Ossito that Boo, while small and adorable, was not actually a toy. The children took it about as well as Ossito while Jaheira and her children watched and laughed. Dame Aylin and Isobel were cuddled next to the fire, Aylin holding three sticks loaded with roasting marshmallows. Alfira had taken over control of the music and was setting up something haunting and still worthy of being danced to. Tathlyn could be seen craning his neck to half-listen to the conversation about marriage from where he sat among the huddle of partners seeking warmth and hot drinks around Halsin. The rest of his attention remained on Astarion, and his continued vexation at having his idea -- using Halsin as a personal heater -- so boldly plagiarised.
“Dehlia, that’s your star isn’t it?” Wyll pointed and her dads watched as she followed along his arm to see.
“It is! Well done, Wyll,” she threw her arms around him and landed a kiss on his cheek.
“Happy holidays, my love,” Jo whispered in Din’s ear as they watched their much expanded family in the newly falling snow.
“Happy holidays.”
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