Building Little Worlds
Finley peered around the bushes at the wizard, who didn’t show any signs he knew he was being watched, before pulling back and taking in a steading breath. Okay Finley, they thought to themselves, you are covered in dirt and possibly some blood, and you smell like you haven’t properly bathed in over a month but it’s just a conversation. Just a conversation with a handsome wizard who is clearly out of your league. Yeah, no pressure. Finley let out a deep breath before building up the courage to move out of hiding. Hearing their approach Gale looked over and his face dawned a playful look as he leaned back in an inviting way. Just act cool, Finley's inner voice tried to remind them as they already felt the nerves flaring. They took another step closer but stopped suddenly as they found themselves looking at the brilliant show above them.
The usually cursed hazy dark sky was filled with hundreds of beautiful twinkling stars and colorful galaxy like swirls of color like nothing Finley had ever seen before. Not even the real night sky looked so beautiful as this. “Gale,” Finley asked in astonishment as they sat down next to him, “did you make this?”
“Indeed, the curse is still present of course, just veiled and at arm’s length for now,” Gale answered. “Not a trick I can repeat often, but after everything I think we deserve a little bit of starlight.”
“It’s beautiful! I've never seen such a amazin' sky before.”
Gale smiled. “I love this time of night. There’s almost this irreverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you almost feel like the dawn will never break. The cradle of eternity. The timelessness of lovers.” His eyes turned to Finley as he continued. “The most beautiful of fantasies.”
Finley felt the heat rise as their cheeks burned. Damn, he’s slick, Finley thought. Good thing he’s not a bard or he might kill people with his swagger.
“I wanted to show this to you,” Gale continued without missing a beat, “and if this is going to be my last night alive, I want it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder with company to match.”
Finley had been ready to protest the idea that this was Gale’s last night, but the 'company' comment caught them off guard sending them back into a tailspin of fluster. Focus Finley! their inner voice demanded. Stop bein' a hopeless simp and help the man!
“I thought this place might bring me peace," Gale continued, his voice filled with defeat. "I thought it might make the weight of what I must do feel a little lighter…but I’m not so sure.”
Steeling their resolve, Finley dared to place their hand on top of Gale's. “Gale,” Finley said, determination clear in their voice, “I refuse to believe this is the end. I promise you, we will find another way!”
“Thank you," Gale said, though not sounding so sure. "But even if we do find another way, perhaps this is the right way. The end fate wishes for me.”
“Well then fate can go and kiss a goblin boot then! I am not lettin’ you sacrifice yourself plain and simple.”
“But there is no point of running from the inevitable,” Gale stated, “Better to meet it on my own terms.”
“But nothing is inevitable Gale! Not when we face it together! I mean look at all the things we have done up till now! Against all odds we are alive, and we have done so much good! We can figure this out!” Finley squeezed Gale's hand reassuringly. “You don’t have to die.”
Gale looked into their eyes and the sadness seemed to wash away. He smiled as he took their hand in his. “One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime,” he sighed, holding tightly to Finley’s hand, “and prize the fear from my heart. I’m so very glad you came to share this with me. I know it’s unreal, but I want you to know I made it for you.”
“For me?” Finley asked, honestly a little lost in Gale's eyes, “You made all of this for me?”
“Yes, you must know that...” Gale paused a moment, looking as if he was trying to find the right words. “That you’re very special to me. If things were different. If we were home, I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better, but time is short.”
“Gale- “
“I’m in love with you.”
All thoughts stopped in Finley’s mind as they blinked. “Say that again please?”
“If you don’t feel the same or can’t- “
At that moment all the walls holding months’ worth of feelings broke. Finley leaned forward and kissed Gale. It was a quick kiss and a clear shock to both as Finley pulled away. Suddenly all the words that Finley had been holding back came spilling out without warning. “I love you, Gale! I have for a long time, and I was holding back because well you are wonderful and smart and handsome as all fuckin' heck and I'm-"
Now it was Gale's turn to surprise with a kiss, cutting Finley’s words off as their lips met with more passion. It sent tingles through Finley’s body, right down to their toes which curled in their boots. As Gale pulled away, they sighed happily. “You are an amazin' kisser.”
“And you are a bad liar,” Gale chuckled softly, “I lived the life of a hermit before I met you. Safer for all but not conductive to the pleasures of the flesh.”
“Excuse you,” Finley gasped, faking indignation, “I am a great liar! Once I convinced one of my bard college professors I was inflicted with pun-omia.”
Gale raised an eyebrow. “Pun-omia?”
“Yes! The most fatal of illnesses!” Finley answered dramatically. “My brain was filled with nothing but the need to say compulsive puns all day long. I would have gotten away with it to, if it weren’t for the fact after a week of non-stop puns my fellow classmates were ready to murder me.”
“Did you ever have to face any pun-ishment?”
“Oh, what do we have here? A punny wizard?”
“Well, I have been known to play a bit of word play now and again” Gale offered with a sly smile, “you could say I am pun-stoppable. I have a pun-limited number of jokes at my disposal.”
“Well, I guess it’s true what they say then,” Finley laughed. “Love really is an o-pun door.”
Gale let out a laugh as he gazed into Finley’s eyes. “I must say that I’m glad that you feel the same way because it would be a shame to spend my last few hours making an ass of myself.”
“If it were, which it’s not, at least it would be a handsome ass,” Finley offered, gazing back at gale. “Can you say it one more time? Just so I can make sure I heard you correctly.”
Gale’s smile was gentle as they looked at Finley with eyes filled with adoration. “I love you Finley.”
Finley’s heart skipped a beat. “I love you, Gale.”
They sat there in silence for a while, both taking in the unspoken feelings that held on to for so long and now were able to dance freely amongst the stars. Gale’s warm brown eyes never strayed from Finley’s emerald ones as they held tightly to each other’s hand. “I want this to be perfect,” Gale breathed, “to bond with you in the way the gods do, intertwining our spirits in visions of the weave.” He rose to his feet, helping Finley to theirs. “Will you allow me to show you?”
Finley nodded. “Show me.”
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Finally getting around to actually posting my Tav, Lia.
I’ve got a pretty well developed backstory for them because I played them in a full campaign prior to bg3, and just tied it in.
They’re an ex-Lolth sworn Drow, turned Selunite cleric/fighter, and then some other things. Their previous adventure (which took them through like, level 10 or so?) was in Ravenloft, so it got pretty dark.
Name: Lerial, Lia.
Non-binary, they/she. Drow. Cleric of Selune Nextal Selune. Also multiclassed into a fighter.
Weapons: Shortsword, Rapier, Longsword
Armor: shield, scale or chain mail
More under the cut:
Backstory!
Lirael (Lia) was born to the small drow house Helviafin. Lia was expected to follow their aunt into the priestesshood, and studied in the realm of drow religion, history, and magic. Lia was raised, primarily, by their sister, Drana, and their aunt. And Drana didn’t care much for Drow politics OR religion, and preferred secretly spending time away from the Underdark, on the surface, and took Lia with her on occasional visits. They’d go to the city, or to visit Drana’s partner on the surface. It all started making Lia question things more. If they’d both had the wherewithal to leave sooner, things probably would have ended better. Things culminated with their aunt and the house finding out about their excursions. It didn’t turn out well. Drana’s surface dwelling lover was executed and Drana when Lia was about 50-55 (not an adult yet). Lia eventually left the house, but not gently, and burning quite a lot of bridges (and temples) on her way out.
They ended up at a small temple of Selune, where they spent quite a while (years), getting their feet under them and studying, learning medicine, and about the surface and the world beyond their house. They’ve never had the most stable relationship with the gods, even Selune, and they still have a lot of uncertainty and a hard time trusting. Eventually they took to the road, and spent several years traveling and working primarily as a healer, and eventually adventuring as well.
Until they took a wrong turn into Ravenloft. (This was a campaign that I played in for a while, but we didn’t finish, so I’ve been working with our GM on the What Would Have)
They were in Ravenloft for the better part of 10 years (for them), where, since they lost contact with Selune, swore themself as a cleric of Nextal, a near forgotten god of death. While in the Domains of Dread they became a pretty powerful cleric—a death shepherd—and had a hand in stopping the rise of a new god, helped balance the cycles of life and death in Ravenloft, and fought in a war between several Darklords of the Domains of Dread. But Ravenloft is a generally terrible place and eventually Lia got depressed and desperate enough that she wrangled a way to return to Faerûn. In doing so they were stripped of all the cleric abilities they had from Nextal, and ended up back in the mortal plane, with little magic and only foggy memories of Ravenloft.
AND THEN, pretty much right after they get back, the Nautaloid appears and they’re snatched.
Lia is Mist Touched—because they spent so long in Ravenloft, traveling in the Mists, the Mists are always right at their heel, trying to take them back to Ravenloft. But it takes them a while to notice this, and they don’t tell any of their new companions about it because they have bigger things to worry about. And it’s their own problem anyway. Right? (Wrong.)
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I might or might not have a 4 chapter mini-series comic written about all this. I also have a bunch of fics simmering because the tad fools have taken over my brain.
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