They're both ticking time bombs desperate for physical touch and to feel like they matter in the world in one way or another, they're a tragic love story, slept on. Heatweave my love 💓
I saw a post saying that Astarion could look like Cazadors old master and I raise you this! What if Tav looked like his old master? A spitting image that Cazador both hated and loved staring back at him. The same hand that he used to fear and hate that never treated him kindly is holding Astarion like he is a precious jewel. Can you imagine the angst? And to make it even better can you imagine Astarion being the spitting image of his master's former lover? The two most hated people in his past somehow find one another again in a different life. GOD THE POSSIBILITIES!
- Yes, Astarion is absolutely a drama queen when it comes to long journeys. Especially climbing. He’s a complainer, he makes his minor inconveniences everyone else’s problem, and somehow he has the energy to monologue but not get up the damn hill.
- Everyone is irritated, other than Wyll who is happy to quip with the foppy vampire. Shadowheart tells Astarion to shut up, which just eggs him on. Lae’zel might threaten to close his mouth for him—actually she doesn’t, because that would shut him up. The rest of the party just climbs up without him.
- Karlach is a simple gal with a simple solution. She takes the pretty little perfectly composed vampire—and tosses him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And continues right up the hill.
- Astarion reacts like a cat who doesn’t want to be picked up, but he can verbalize his sass. He might even say he’ll bite her, to which Karlach says something like don’t threaten me with a good time, Fangs.
- Of course, he still lets her climb the cliff for him.
- But as soon as they’re at the top, he squirms free and goes to tell Karlach off. The audacity of her.
-But the thing is, if anyone knows how to give a tongue lashing, it’s Astarion—and he isn’t even trying. Because it’s Karlach. And Karlach looks about as a repentant as a Great Dane scolded by a Corgi.
- He huffs that it’s indignant for him to have his arse in the air like that. “Oh, that it then? Just want more flair, pretty boy?” Karlach says brightly, sweeping open her arms with a little bow. Before promptly scooping Astarion up bridal style.
- There’s a moment of hesitation, on both their ends. Karlach wondering if he’s alright this. Astarion steeling himself against the feeling—because he can’t bare to enjoy the warmth of her touch if it’s going to be ripped away.
- But when neither balks, Karlach takes a step. And Astarion makes himself comfortable as they catch up to the rest of the party. Daring anyone to say anything untoward with his blood-red gaze.
Tav and Karlach exploring a few more ways that touch feels good after ten years of being utterly starved for it. Tav is eager to gently make up for lost time.