#my tav says “first in my heart” when i click him and shes RIGHT
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A/N: So a little while back on a Discord server something came up about nosebleeds and my head immediately went: haha, Astarion would surely lick that off his partner face no matter that it's kinda disgusting. So have creechur Astarion and also my first official piece for my babygirl Fox!
Pairing: Astarion/Fox(Fem!Tav) Wordcount: 1,2k Warnings: blood and Astarion being a little weirdo about it
Nosebleeds
The fight had been vicious. Everyone in the group had taken a good beating but this time Fox had gotten the worst of it. When Shadowheart had been struck down she had had no other choice but to move from her ranged position to help her friend - resulting in having been beaten and sliced by one of the several Bhaalites the group had been fighting.
At least now it was done with no major losses. Fox looked a little worse for wear but she insisted that she had been roughed up worse before on the streets of Baldur’s Gate as Karlach helped her up and she tried to rub some of the grime and gore off of herself.
It was no help though: blood and dirt was all over her and her red brown hair and she was holding her side - obviously more hurt than she wanted to acknowledge.
Astarion quickly rushed over to her, catching her in his arms before she could stumble to the ground again. There was honest concern in his eyes. The rest of the group took a step back - they very graciously gave the fresh couple their moment. Although - as some of them seemed to say with their glances - they got these moments fairly often.
“Darling, are you sure you can keep going like this?” the vampire asked with an arched eyebrow. Fox scoffed at him and immediately tried to brush him off. She was used to hiding pain and weakness as growing up as an urchin on the streets of this city.
And it was a habit that died hard even with a bunch of people around her caring about her. Too deep ingrained were the manners of acting like a lone survivor.
Astarion rolled his eyes a little, knowing how his beloved absolutely hated being told what to do - and knowing it was even harder for her to accept help.
But she definitely needed a break and maybe Halsin would have to patch her up a little as well. So he would have to resort to other options to convince her. Thankfully by now Astarion had a bit of experience on how to make her take an offered supportive hand.
“My heart,” he began again, cupping Fox’s face and running his thumbs over her cheeks and the freckles there, “you’ll scare all of our targets right off if you keep walking around looking like this.”
“Looking like what?” Fox immediately responded, squinting silver eyes at her vampire, pursing her lips.
Astarion clicked his tongue and waved one hand up and down her form with a pitiful look on his face: “Disgusting, darling.”
Fox swatted his arm - hard - with almost all of her remaining power. “That’s no way to talk to a lady,” she scolded the vampire, sticking a finger into his face but a grin already played on her lips. Somewhere behind her Lae’zel could be heard moaning at the interaction between the two lovers.
“Usually you do the best to claim that you’re anything but a lady, my sweet. You can’t just choose to be and be treated like one whenever it pleases you,” Astarion said and clicked his tongue, lifting one eyebrow again in judgment.
“Tsk, you’re just afraid to be seen with me like this,” Fox gave back a little more weakly. Her injuries really were draining her, it was easily seen now. Astarion tightened his grip on her slightly. His haughty expression dropped, allowing for true and honest concern to fill his crimson eyes. Carefully he moved his hand to brush back a single strand of hair out of the smaller wood elf’s face. She smiled back at him at the gentle gesture.
But there was still a little mischievous sparkle in his crimson eyes. He leaned his forehead against Fox’s.
“Maybe I am,” he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. (More moaning from Lae’zel.)
Fox heaved a dramatic sigh after the vampire broke the kiss. “Well then,” she said “can’t have the lovely nobleman walk around with a miserable, disgusting wretch on his arm, eh?”
“Ah, thank you so much for understanding, Fox my love,” the vampire responded and cupped her cheek again to press another kiss onto her lips while he wrapped his other arm around her, allowing her to kind of melt into him.
This time though it was interrupted when Fox felt something warm and wet run down her lip. Her nose had begun to bleed. Probably another consequence of the vicious fight that had just ended.
Fox tore away from Astarion, immediately going to wipe her face with the back of her hand as she felt blood already run down her lips and chin. But with his roguish dexterity Astarion was much quicker: he grabbed hold of Fox’s wrists then moved in again as if going for another kiss. But in fact he licked up the fresh blood running down her face - making a little show of it too. Making sure not a single drop of fresh blood went to waste.
Lae’zel’s moaning turned into outright retching noises - joined by some cackling from Karlach and Halsin and comments on how the vampire should keep his gnarly tongue in his mouth by Shadowheart. Gale and Wyll just looked a little startled by what they had to observe out on the open street.
Astarion ended by licking over your lips, making it a lot more lascivious than it had to be and thereby drawing a playful smile from his partner. He ended the whole act with another kiss which Fox quickly deepened, tasting her own blood on the tip of the vampire’s tongue when she pulled him a little closer. Astarion gave a little content hum, intrigued by how the smaller elf had quickly become prone to very public displays of affection - she had learned terribly quickly from him.
She drew back after some more heartbeats. “Maybe a bath and some rest would actually be nice,” she murmured and smiled at Astarion in a way that was clearly asking if he would be joining her.
The vampire’s face lit up knowing he had broken her defiance to a much needed rest. Astarion gave her a smile that answered her unasked question as well as being filled with love and affection.
But before she could turn away so they could make their way back to the Elfsong, the vampire grabbed her face again.
“Wait, love, you still have a little something there,” he murmured and leaned back in to run his tongue over her face again, catching another streak of blood - directly under her nose.
Fox’s nose scrunched up as Astarion now licked the rest of the blood off her rather as if he was a cat trying to clean a kitten. She softly struggled against it but the rogue had her face firmly in his hands and he made sure nothing was left behind.
“Astarion! For someone who just called me disgusting you really have double standards,” the wood elf moaned and pushed her vampire off her finally with her fingers splayed over his face. But it was too late anyway: Astarion ran his tongue over his lips and teeth, fangs glistening before he laughed and and carefully looped an arm around his injured partner.
“Don’t worry, darling, we can be dirty and disgusting together as soon as we are in the privacy of a tub at the Elfsong,” he lewdly promised in a low voice.
Fox laughed and bumped him with her hip. The rest of the group simply were in different stages of burying their faces in their hands for having to put up with the two love doves.
#baldur's gate 3#astarion ancunin#fanfiction#bg3 spoilers#astarion x tav#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate#astarion x mc#astarion x oc#astarion#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#karlach#gale of waterdeep#lae'zel#drabble#foxblood
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The Most Precious Thing In The World
Gale x OC!Tav
Genre: Fluff
A/N: this is a one-shot inspired by my ongoing run in Baldur's Gate 3 and the new epiloge that's been added to the game. @wolfhunter89 gave me the idea for this piece, so thank you bestie! This is not an x Reader one-shot, so if you do not like this sort of content, go ahead and click off of this post. Summer was my very first D&D character and I am currently playing as her in my BG3 run. She is a tiefling sorceress.
Summer would usually never find herself inside a classroom. She believes she has endured enough boring lectures as a child, way back when she still lived in Ferox with her parents and all the kids her age had to attend the local school. She can hardly remember any of the notions she was supposed to learn, unsurprisingly, and in the past she has vowed to never set foot in another one of these places ever again. Despite all that, she couldn't be more excited to be here, right now.
She feels a little bit silly sitting among all these young, aspiring, bright-eyed wizards that are simply hanging from their mentor's lips, hungry for knowledge, while she is simply here for... well, their mentor.
Gale's voice is clear and passionate as usual while he explains a concept that seems to fill him with enthusiasm and fascination. She's always liked his voice, since the very beginning, even though at first she often found it difficult to grasp what exactly he was saying, with all the embellished words he would use and the poetical way in which he would speak. She wouldn't change it for the world.
She can't believe it took her so long to finally attend one of his lectures. It's already been, what, eight months since their adventure ended and she accompanied him back to Waterdeep as his bride-to-be? Granted, she had her plate full with having to find an occupation for herself and... slowly getting used to life in her new home. After all, Summer is a free spirit, an adventurer at heart. Settling down was never really in her plans, especially after the Jaime fiasco, so naturally she needed time to adjust.
For a while she was worried she would wake up one day, realize she made a huge mistake and answer the adventurer's call, inevitably breaking Gale's heart... but it never happened. Instead, she found herself looking forward to her return home each time she embarked on a mission for the guild, whether it brought her outside of Waterdeep... or barely outside her own neighborhood. It soon became clear that whatever happened during her travels through Faerûn changed her, that Gale had a positive influence on her and that perhaps she, as well, had a positive influence on him.
None of the letters sent to Arwen since they parted ways expressed grievances over her companion, something that would instead frequently happen when Jaime was still around. She's simply, completely, absolutely in love with him, and seeing him right now in front of his students and looking so happy just... makes her feel at peace with the world.
She remembers laughing when he first came home to tell her he would start teaching, because she couldn't think of any other profession that was so... Gale. It filled her heart with content and enthusiasm, even though she couldn't quite understand why at the time. She has never felt like this for anyone in her life. She could understand the desire for connection, but being so fully invested in someone else that suddenly their victories become your own? That each and every small detail about them suddenly feels like the most precious thing in the world? That their happiness and well-being become your main goal in life? That was all unknown to her, until the day she met him.
She can't believe how quick she fell, and yet it only makes sense to her. Any other outcome seems absurd now. Since the very first day he managed to charm her, and not even once has he overstepped her boundaries or disrespected her. Not even once has he judged her for her less than ideal control of her magic, despite him being such a formidable wizard. He shared every part of himself with her and in turn she did the same with him, and they both moved forward together, grew together... broke each other free from their shackles. She can no longer imagine a life without him.
It is while she is lost in these musings, that the voice she loves oh so much suddenly pulls her out of her thoughts and back into the present.
“Pardon the long wait, I must've gotten carried away there,” he chuckles to himself, slightly swinging his arms in a sheepish manner.
With a quick look around her, Summer realizes that the lecture must've come to an end while she was so deep in thought. She can't help but smile when she brings her gaze back towards Gale and her heart almost blooms in her chest. He raises a quizzical brow at her, clearly amused by her seemingly exaggerated reaction at his presence. “What is it?” he asks.
She gets up from her seat, tail swinging happily from side to side as she wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his in a kiss that catches him by surprise.
“I'm proud of you.”
#my writing#bg3#bg3 gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#gale x oc#baldur's gate 3#gale fluff#gale fanfic#bg3 fanfiction
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"So... you like him now? My brother?"
"Of course I do, my heart," she laughs, not sensing the trap, "he looks and acts so much like you."
"Yes. It's just that he's still alive. He could warm you up in the night. He could give you children." He's not broken is left unsaid.
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This is "angst with happy happy ending" ficlet inspired by headcanon by @spacebarbarianweird
Astarion has a twin brother which, you can guess, is a mortal and his feelings are complicated. Needless to say, you can listen to El Tango de Roxanne while reading this.
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He loves his brother, he truly does. Dalar is his twin, the other half of... whatever is left of his soul. The apple in their mother's eye. The one who has never been the problem child. The perfect brother who never gave up on finding out what happened to Astarion. He's also unquestionably... alive.
Dalar is, amongst other things, a constant reminder of what could have been. Of the roads not taken and now lost forever for an undead. Of a lifetime of regret. His brother is so content and collected, always has been. Sometimes, just sometimes Astarion looks at him and wants to scream.
It's especially bad tonight. The buzzing of the tavern only causes him headache. Tavira, his little princess, is having good time being the heart of the celebration. He can see she's tipsy already, smiling at everyone, touching men deliberately.
Astarion is not jealous, not really. He remembers how she reacted when she told him about Halsin's proposal and he simply joked about it and gave her a free pass. The hurt in her eyes that he misread her so badly. The sadness when she realized he really still sees all the others including her as only thinking with what's between their legs, constantly trying the scratch an itch.
(“I don't understand what you want from me, Tavira. Whatever you're going to do with Halsin, enjoy. It doesn't concern me.” She closed her eyes, praying to the gods to give her strenght. “If we're to be a couple, it does concern you,” she hissed. “I'm not interested in what Halsin has to offer. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression,” she finished, defeated.)
He really thought he lost her in that moment.
So he wasn't jealous about the others. But right now, Tavira is laughing at whatever his brother is telling her and they start dancing with no care in the the world. A cold wave goes through his body. It's not the first time it crossed his mind, of course. In his head he knows it's stupid to feel this way. Tavira and his brother knew each other before and they didn't click this way. And yet... Dalar is in so many ways his imagine in the mirror. Or rather, Astarion is the broken mirror Dalar is looking into.
He grunts and can't take it anymore. The fresh air outside the tavern is soothing and Astarion decides to hunt tonight. I doesn't take long before one unfortunate fool tries to rob him...
He returns shortly before dawn and doesn't really want to see Tavira but it's not like he has much of a choice. Hells bellow, he's in such a state of mind that he pictures himself entering the room and seeing Dalar there in his place in her bed. He's not sure whether the dark bile inside him would take over and he'd kill them both or he'd start breaking things and howl like a wounded animal if that were ever the case. But of course, it's just her sleeping peacefully when he sneaks into their room.
Astarion positions himself next to her as he always does, trying not to wake her up. Tavira moves anyway, without opening her eyes, she lays her head on his chest. On his shirt which is stained with still wet blood. On his body which still reeks of fresh blood, still warmer than usual but its temperature quickly dropping again. The black abyss in his stomach is already calling to him again a he feels only revulsion right know.
He hasn't touch her yet and she raises her head to look at him. “Are you hungry, Starlight?” Her voice is unmistakably soft. If only she didn't know him so well and just for this moment he hates her for that. Of course he's hungry, he always is. He simply shook his head of deflected with a joke the last few times she offered her blood, so she knew something was wrong.
He is so tired, so he simply tells the truth. “Yes. But my hunger also isn't yours to deal with although you insist otherwise.” He shakes his head and changes subject before she has a chance to protest. "So... you like him now? My brother?"
"Of course I do, my heart," she laughs, not sensing the trap, "he looks and acts so much like you."
"Yes. It's just that he's still alive. He could warm you up in the night. He could give you children." He's not broken is left unsaid.
There's alarm in her eyes now as she lays her fingers to his cheek. “Perhaps. But his touches are foreign, you know. And he's so dull compared to you. You still think I could find yourself lacking but I know why I love you. With your sharp tongue and quips and loyalty and your scars. You,” she kisses the corner of his mouth and a silent sigh escapes him.
Tavira lays her head on his chest again and he starts playing with her hair. He could almost hear her thoughts racing.
“We're going to Waterdeep first, that's our biggest change. Gale would be happy to help. If not him, then Halsin and the druids might know how to help you and the others. Evermeet is also the place to go when you are searching for magical solutions. You can still get all you want, just not today.”
There's a ray of light peeking from the blinders on the windows but for the first time in weeks, Astarion realizes it doesn't fill him with regret or fear. That is a dream that may or not may not come true. But what he desires the most is right here in this room and at least for this moment, it's more than enough.
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What drew your Tavs to their love interests? Was there an instant connection between them, or was it more of a gradual build-up? What's their favorite things about their respective LIs?
Thank you so much for the ask!! (I swear I'm working on the tents one I just need to actually draw them 😭)
Andis got smacked directly in the face by Cupid watching Wyll's introduction, and Karlach with her golden retriever energy had him at hello. He was immediately drawn to both of their genuineness and sense of fun. Also watching Wyll with the tiefling kids made him swoon. However he does kind of have a crush on everyone new he meets and assumed it would just go away with time so he didn't really make a move beyond his normal platonic affection. His favorite thing about Wyll is his love of a dramatic flair and his unfailingly good heart. His favorite thing about Karlach is her sunny disposition and her love of trying new things. They also all really like dancing and music and that's something they bond over (no I don't have a ballroom dancing thing whatever do you mean,,,) He just loves them so much you guys <- projecting
Salix. Okay salixstarion is really interesting to me because for the majority of their relationship (act 1-mid act 2 at which point they break up) they go through varying degrees of hatred, contempt, and disgust for each other and for their situation. The thing that drew her to him is the fact that he's an elf, meaning she can't use her siren song on him and therefore he poses a serious threat to her safety within the group. The best way I'd describe their arrangement is, they're both playing the exact same game of 5d manipulation chess but they both hate it too much to realize the other person also hates it. Their relationship improves a lot after they break up in act 2 and by the end of the game she's started to develop a genuine crush on him, and him on her, which they then proceed to never address even though they're adventuring together post-game.
Ren and Gale clicked pretty quickly I think. They got talking to him at first because they recognized him as having been their classmate at wizard school, and then continued because of their shared love of their respective crafts. They adore it when he teaches them things about magic and just things in general because they love learning and he's one of the only people who's ever really treated them like they deserve to be taught, if that makes sense. They could spend hours listening to him talk. Ren also loves his artistry when working with the Weave, it reflects their own passion towards the more artistic and beautiful side of their work as an artificer. And he's such a genuinely good and kind person it's hard for them not to fall in love. He's perfect for them is what I'm saying
...I haven't decided who Monty's romancing yet-- I'm just gonna go with whoever tries to fuck him first because that's what's most in character lol. I think his endgame romance is Wyll because uh. Gwaincelot brainworms. My interpretation of it is he'd flirt with Wyll right off the bat, get rejected, drop the subject because he didn't care that much anyway, sleep around with whoever else, and then realize oh fuck I actually genuinely like him what the hell do I do!!! And then they get together sometime during act 3 and are ridiculously cute. I think he does have a brief fling with Gale during the sleep around phase but it's very much no-strings-attached. I really don't think he'd work out with Gale in the long-term. Wyll however I can see being perfect for him.
Cesair isn't romancing anyone I don't think because he's still not over his ex and also this is a playthrough with a dear friend of mine and I won't subject it to that (hi @otherworldlyjukebox ily). But I can see him with Gale, Astarion, or Minthara - he'd definitely end up ascending both of the boys but he'd be so chill with it afterwards. He's used to being subservient so he wouldn't see anything wrong with being Gale's Chosen or Astarion's Consort. There also are the narrative parallels between him and Gale and having had really imbalanced power dynamics in their past relationships. His moral code is really fucky so I could also see him raiding the Grove and recruiting + romancing Minthara if he was guided to that.
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Hi! So I thought I would try to write some Astarion fanfic since BG3 and the pale elf himself have been latched onto my mind. However, I have never written fanfic or really anything before. Apart from some cringey entries in my diary when I was younger.
Anyway, I kind of just jumped into this out of nowhere. I intended for it to be about one thing but then I got so focused on what I had so I hope it isn't too messy to read. Potentially would like to write more in the future but just thought I would at least try this out yk. I reallyyyy hope that I didn't trail away from Astarions personality too much and that I did him/the game justice.
If you have any suggestions etc. I would be happy to hear them. Right! Enjoy!
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Bittersweet Escape
Established relationship|Non ascended Astarion|Possible spoilers|After Cazador|Lotsa sad feelings|Astarion x f!Tav | 600+ words
Even as a Baldurian, Lower City can be intimidating and exhausting. Chaos runs rampant across the city. Tensions soar so high, in anticipation of the Absolute, that one feels as though they can almost see it in the air.
After defeating the bastard Cazador Szarr, Tav contemplates the turmoil Astarion must be experiencing. The loss of a life once known; Of a life once controlled and the loss of a life that could have been.
Tav knows that persuading Astarion to not ascend was the right decision. That if he had, Astarion would never be himself or have the opportunity to be better. The seven thousand souls sacrificed could never make up for the destruction of his own. But even so, her mind was plagued with guilt.
Constant “what ifs” battled around her illithid-infested brain. Her beloved would perhaps be soon unable to feel the loving warmth of the sun against his pale elfish skin. He may be cast into the shadows once more. Her heart hammers in pain for the life they must mourn. Amongst these feelings, Tav internally declares she be damned to the Nine Hells if she doesn't try her hardest to do everything and anything she can to help him.
A click of a tongue, “You're so adorable when you're thinking what to say.”
Tav, startled and momentarily confused, glances up to notice a soft smirk on an observant Astarion. A brief moment passes as Astarion awaits Tav to fully re-enter reality. “Would you like sharing what's invading that wonderful mind?-” A now cheekier smirk, “other than the illithid of course.”
Tav shakes her head whilst the faintest smile creeps atop her lips. Their eyes meet and a look of adoration is shared between them both. With this, Tav manages to temporarily shove these thoughts to the back of her mind while focusing on the most important thing she knows to be true at this very moment. - Astarion is here. He is free from any additional cruelty of Cazador. And he is safe. Or at least as safe as they can be in their rented room at the Elfsong Tavern.
The faint smile slowly fades. “It was terrifying seeing you in that ritual Astarion. I was so afraid I was going to lose you and I was also slightly angry at myself for entertaining this idea of confrontation.” Tav pauses, deeply breathing in and attempting to relax her muscles, “I know it had to be done but Gods Astarion, what if I had lost you forever? What if-”
Astarion furrows his brows thoughtfully before interrupting her, “Darling, I appreciate your concern - truly. However, I am eternally thankful for your help and belief in me. Regardless of the outcome, this was something I needed to do. For the first time in 200 years, I had the opportunity to face the man who stripped away my life. The man who took away my autonomy. A man who doomed thousands of others and used me to help. Had that encounter ended up much differently than it did - I believe that I would still be grateful for that final opportunity to face him with the freedom I finally had. An opportunity I would not have had, if not for your help and trust. So please, my sweet, allow those worries to rest, even just momentarily, but long enough that we can appreciate our victory and decimate some gods awful wine.”
She dryly swallows and nods before coming to stand before him. Their eyes meet again, interlocked with understanding. Hesitantly, Tav reaches for his hand, planting a timid but ever-loving kiss upon it. Quickly, she glances up at him to gauge his reaction; when she sees his body relax, she reaches up to cup his face with both hands. Once again, eyes intimately interlocking before she sweetly smiles and rests her forehead against his.
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You Brought Your Worst and I’m Right Here - Chapter Eight: I can't even blink
Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x female Tav
Work Summary:
After an explosive falling out between Gale and his academic adviser, Mystra, Tav is left to pick up the pieces.
Modern/College AU.
Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9…
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1453
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The motivational kitten poster had once been held up by staples, but one of the top corners had long since torn, drooping like the dying houseplant on Tav’s windowsill. Even so, the kitten stared back at her with dead eyes. She found it hard to look away.
When the door to the dean’s office finally re-opened, Tav stood up too fast. Her chair hit the wall with a thunk.
Gale’s expression was drawn as he stepped out into the hallway, but when their eyes met, he smiled at her. He shut the door behind himself. The click was far too loud in the quiet of the hallway.
“How did it go?” she asked.
His hands fluttered nervously at his sides. He hesitated for a moment, and then said, “It’s done.”
“Do you want to go get a drink?”
“Please.”
Against their better judgment, they found themselves at the on-campus bar. Of course, there was no chance Professor Mystryl would be caught dead here, so they were safe from running into her, but all of campus still felt like a potential minefield.
But Gale had been tired and wanted to decompress and drinks were cheap here. They got themselves a booth far from the window, just to be certain.
“How are you feeling?” asked Tav as Gale nursed a glass of red wine.
“I feel…” He sighed, putting his elbow on the table and leaning his face on his palm. “I feel like my body won’t relax. Like I’m having heart palpitations. I guess I’m nervous? I’m afraid of what happens next.”
Tav took a deep breath and stretched across the gap between them, laying her hands palm up, inviting him in. He stared at her hands for a moment, and then took them in his own.
“It’s going to be okay,” said Tav, feeling the heat spreading from the base of her neck and up to her cheeks. “Whatever happens, I’m here. And you have friends all around you. We won’t let her hurt you anymore.”
Gale looked up from the table, his eyes finding hers. His gaze was searching, but Tav had no idea what he was looking for. It made her feel naked.
“What?” she asked, self-consciously.
“Nothing, I’m just… re-evaluating some things,” he said, slowly. “Tav, I’ve been a fool. I don’t know-”
“I am sorry to interrupt,” came a voice from beside their table. Neither of them had heard the person approach. Tav pulled her hands out of Gale’s instinctively, leaning back like she’d been burnt.
Standing over them was Jaheira, a biology professor whom they were both peripherally aware of.
“I just wanted to say to you, Gale, that what you’re doing is very courageous,” she said. Gale looked up at her, stunned. “I am ashamed to say that you are not the first student to have been put in this position by that woman, but by doing this, you can ensure that you are the last. I have been trying to get the dean to fire her for misconduct for years, but since I have been unable to provide evidence of wrongdoing, there was nothing to be done. None of her victims have ever been willing to come forward before. She is manipulative. She has this hold over people. So if she or the university make any trouble for you, come find me, alright? I will be happy to provide my testimony.”
“Thank you, professor,” Gale stuttered.
“I will leave you and your…” She regarded Tav for a moment. “…friend to it. Good evening.”
Gale looked back at Tav, eyes wide, as Jaheira walked away. “That was unexpected.”
“It’s good to know you’ve got faculty members in your corner. If Jaheira knew what Mystra was up to, then surely a lot of people must’ve known. That can only help your case.”
Gale frowned. “How did she know I was coming forward about this, though?”
“Maybe the dean told her? She’s been trying to bring this to his attention for years, from the sound of it.”
“I’m just concerned. I didn’t expect it to escape containment so fast. If Jaheira knows, who else does?”
His breathing was speeding up. Tav reached across the table again and grabbed his hands.
“It’s okay,” she murmured soothingly. “Don’t panic. We prepared for this, remember? It’s all going to be okay.”
Gale swallowed and squeezed her hands. “Thank you for being here with me. I don’t think I could do this without you.”
“You’re my best friend. I would never make you go through this alone.”
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Their hands kept seeming to find each other after every separation. The two of them were walking home now, enjoined hands lightly swinging between them. It was dark and cold, but thankfully not wet.
“I told Wyll I was going to cook tomorrow night,” said Gale conversationally.
“Oh really?” Before all of this, Gale had cooked most nights, although the others pitched in where they could. He hadn’t cooked since his hospital stay. “What are you going to make?”
“I was going to start simple with a vegetable lasagne.”
“Sounds divine. I’ve missed your cooking.” Tav moved closer to him, leaning into his side for warmth.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
He let go of her hand to wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Better?”
She put her arm around his waist. This close, he could smell her deodorant and the fabric softener she used. “Much, thank you.”
They stayed that way until they reached the end of their street. They stopped on the corner, reluctantly pulling apart from their embrace. It was unspoken, but since the movie night, they had been a little more careful about showing physical affection to each other in front of their friends.
Gale wouldn’t have minded, but Astarion’s words to him kept swimming around in his head, never too far from the surface.
Don’t break her heart.
“Before we get back,” he said, stopping her, “I just wanted to say thank you again, Tav. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you.” He smiled at her, but her face fell.
“Don’t say that,” she said, her voice breaking. His smile faded immediately. “Don’t say that.”
“I’m sorry, I- Oof.” He was cut off by her burrowing her way into his arms, pressing her face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her again and, after a moment’s hesitation, dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I know it’s not a pleasant thought, but it’s true. I was a wreck and you put me back together.”
Tav was crying now. He could feel the way her shoulders were shaking. She rubbed her face into his shirt, dampening the fabric.
“Please don’t cry, Tav. I hate that I’m hurting you like this.”
She shook her head, pulling away so that she could look him in the eyes. She grasped his biceps, locking her elbows.
“Promise me something, Gale?”
“Anything.” It was probably an unwise thing to say, but it was hard to be wise when she was looking up at him with doe eyes and a tearstained face.
“If it ever gets that bad again… If you ever want to end your life, you call me. No matter where you are or where I am. Even if we haven’t spoken to each other in twenty years. You call me. And I’ll come to you. And we can get through it together.” There was a fierceness in her expression that made his heart jump.
The idea of going for twenty years without seeing her sounded preposterous, but he knew that people grew apart. The thought of growing apart from Tav made him impossibly sad.
“Promise me?” she repeated.
“I promise.”
“Good.”
She was still looking up at him. For a brief moment of insanity, he thought about kissing her, just to see what it would feel like. His feelings were muddled and maybe kissing her would clarify things. Or maybe it would make this whole situation ten times messier.
The moment passed. She leant in and squeezed him one more time before pulling away completely.
“Come on,” she said. “I’m cold. Let’s get inside.”
*
After dinner, Gale decided it would be best to get an early night. It had been a very fraught and emotionally exhausting day.
Tav had hugged him goodnight even though they weren’t alone, which was enough to put a smile on his face. Astarion met his eye over Tav’s shoulder and gave him a warning look.
As Gale settled into bed, freshly showered and bone-tired, his phone starting buzzing. Someone was calling him. He turned it over to see the screen lit up with the last name he wanted to see right now.
Mystra.
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The Coffee Prince Pt. XIV
[T’Challa x Reader]
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*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8* *Part 9* *Part 10* *Part 11* *Part 12* *Part 13*
A/N: Long break, but it’s back! Hope those who read are still here to enjoy and new ones get with it too. SO much has happened for a recap but shit went down. and now we are here. Links to previous chapter above.
Tavia stands before you, looking healthy in plain clothes, less bewildered than your last meeting with her hair braided back like Cleo in Set It Off. Your mouth goes dry from anxiety as you grip your door, thoughts ping pong in your mind to let her in or slam it in her face. She has no right here. Why didn’t you throw her shit out anyway?
Shuri steps between you both, speaking softly. “This doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want it. She is only here because she has made strides in rehabilitation but you have the final say.”
You swallow the rock in your throat, feeling damned by this choice being up to you. But at least you could control this situation. “I don’t want this.”
Shuri nods, “Then we will leave.”
“But I need to. If it’s over with now, I can be done for good.” You step your feet heavily aside from the doorway to allow Tavia entrance. She hesitates, looking away but once Shuri gives her the go ahead, Tavia shuffles by to go straight to her room.
“Do you need me with you?” Shuri asks.
“No, it’s fine. Thanks.”
“Ok, I will be just around the corner, waiting.”
You thank Shuri, before shutting the door slowly. You instantly feel warm and stifled. Having this space alone has been Hell itself but having someone there you absolutely loathe was worse. You choose a spot on the couch, biting your fingernail anxiously. Each click of the nail to tooth comforted you during the ransacking Tavia was doing in her room.
Tavia steps out with a duffle bag over her shoulder and a rolling luggage bag by her side. She closes the door behind her, meandering to the middle of the living room and stops.
“(Y/N),” Tavia says calmly.
You lift your hand up between your face and her. “Don’t fucking say my name, just...”
“Ok.”
You both sit in a stalemate of silence, making you gradually angrier. The presence in your place felt stifling, felt evil. You can’t stand it. “Tavia, why aren’t you leaving?”
Tavia shrugs. “I want to talk to you.”
“Then talk!” you shout out.
“(Y/N), you told me not to.”
You stand up, clapping aggressively. “I said don’t say my name, Tavia! You don’t listen, damn!”
“I’m sorry!” Tavia screams out. Her hands fall to her sides in defeat. “I can’t make it better but I can’t stop being sorry!”
“And you can stay being sorry, but I will never give a fuck about the apologies!” Your voice shakes your core, making your head throb from the energy you’re exerting. The adrenaline you get from letting her know exactly how you feel is exhilarating and long overdue.
Tavia closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Tavia has never been the bigger person in an argument. If the old Tavia caught this attitude, the whole apartment building would’ve had a show to watch. “I just hope when you see him again, you’re as tough on him as you are on me.”
You feel your feet moving before you can think, bounding towards her. Tavia retreats behind the kitchen bar. “Chill, chill!”
You glare at her from behind the counter. “Who are you threatening? After all this bullshit, you’re still fucking around and throwing Erik in my face like he’s your personal hitman now? Don’t think I won’t tell Shuri.”
Tavia scoffs. “Erik? Fuck him! I haven’t seen him since that day. I just know he ain’t dead, since Wakanda doesn’t fuck with that kind of thing.”
“What do you mean? If you don’t talk to him, how do you know he’s not dead? He almost killed T’Challa.”
“Because when I thought my head was on the chopping block, one of the red chicks said capital punishment isn’t practiced anymore. I was talking about T’Challa, actually.”
“Shut up.” You walk away, shutting her out as much as possible.
“I’m serious. You want to come at me for what I did, that’s fine but you got a lot to talk to him about and I just hope cuz he dickmatized you, that you don’t let him off easy.”
You fold your arms defiantly. “What do I have against him? He protected me from you all acting up on me.”
Tavia bucks her eyes at you wildly. “Do you really feel no anger towards him during all of this?”
“Of course I do! But this isn’t about him right now! Why are you deflecting so damn much? You should be telling me how you and Erik decided kidnapping me and taking over an African nation could possibly turn out for the best!”
“I wasn’t a part of that. I was-”
“But you were Tavia! YOU put that gun to me just like he did. I had no autonomy because you stole that by putting fear in me because I was so shook my best friend could flip on me like this. How am I supposed to take that Tavia? Should I just forgive you for being so close to ending my life? And ending my child’s!”
“I didn’t know you were pregnant! There’s no way I would’ve put you through that with that on information.”
“I didn’t know either, Tav. But it sure is great to know that is where your moral code sticks. ‘Let’s not wreck the fetus but send her through all the hell she can take.’ And you want to talk about T’Challa? T’Challa the bad guy?? I would’ve taken his lies way better if they didn’t have to come out because my life was in danger!”
Tavia shakes her head, picking up her bags to leave. “He is selfish. If you know him, he is barely any better than Erik. He just has a nicer way of talking. They all lie, they all kill, you just gotta pick a side.”
“So which are you, Tav? You still deciding?” you ask, plopping on your couch with exhaustion, unscrewing the cap of your room temperature wine to take a swig, your hands shaking.
Tavia points to her chest, “I’m for me. I suggest you do the same. Don’t let him lead your life anymore.”
“I haven’t seen him in months. Trust me, I’m over it.”
She walks over to the door, stopping to look back at you. “Stop thinking about him. Get rid of that damn stuffed panther plushie, and maybe move cuz I know you can’t afford this place alone but you need a new environment.”
“Step, Tavia.”
“I’m sorry girl.”
When she finally leaves, you glug the wine bottle a little more to drink down the pain, coughing it up when your throat closes too tight to swallow anymore. Wiping the drips of wine off your mouth, you cry out harder than you had since you came back home from Wakanda, feeling your loneliness hit you hard. There was no way to repair things with Tavia, no matter how badly you wanted it. And there was no way you would reach out to T’Challa for anything ever again, no matter how badly your heart ached for a glimpse of him. You hoped he would stay in Wakanda for good. If he could do anything for you now, that would be the best gift you could ask for.
The weather was getting cooler by the day as fall snapped the summer heat wave, you had more reason to stay in and unsocialize from the world around you. You stay up late watching a marathon Will & Grace, laughing at Jack using his teaching position in his acting studio as a means to pick up guys.
“That would not fly today,” you quip between laughs, hugging your panther plushie under your chin in the darkness of your bedroom. The world around you grows quiet as the days get shorter, giving you peace with a sprinkling of eerie sensations. You look at your bedroom door instinctively, feeling a shiver run down your spine ominously. You close your eyes and shake your head. Being alone and in the dark makes your imagination run in a dangerous direction.
“It’s nothing. There is nothing. It’s just you,” you repeat to yourself again and again, pulling your covers tighter. Your brain visualizes the worst at night. Prowlers, murderers, ghosts, and monsters plague your brain when night falls no matter what you have watched before bed. You say a prayer for protection to ease your worry, but something hovers above you, waiting for you to trip over your words.
The brightness of your TV creates a halo that makes your eyes tired, so you rest them while listening to your episode play out in the background.
*BANG*
The sound makes you hop up in your bed. Listening carefully, you try to orient yourself and find out where it came from. Your TV is off, leaving you completely wrapped in pitch darkness.
“Heyyy, princess.”
You gasp sharply, seeing for the first time a dark intimidating figure standing by the window,
His voice is calm but in a way that you know you fucked up. “You thought we were through? Nah, far from it.”
He lunges at you, ripping your blanket back and pulling you by your ankles off the bed. Yu land on the floor hard, feeling yourself land on a charger. Your body seizes up, voice completely stolen as he gets on his knees, pushing your shoulders back until he has a clear grip on your neck.
“Just cuz that bitch punked out on me, don’t mean it’s over. I’m taking you out regardless, and that fake ass T’Challa can come get you once your soul gone.”
His grip on your neck tightens harder and harder. You try to beat his hands off of you but it feels like you’re underwater as your arms move slow and heavily. You reach for his face to give him any reason to let off of your neck, but he won’t let loose his hold.
His snarl glows in the darkness as his hands compress your neck. “See how you like the afterlife without ancestors to take care of you, princess. He has no clue what it’s like to be us. Where is he now?”
You let in a deep breath suddenly, sitting up continuing to gasp for air. Your hand rests at the base of your throat, making you pull it away, quickly running to the lightswitch. Once your room is illuminated, you see your wrinkled up blankets, your plushie on the floor. The TV is still off but no one is waiting at your window.
Your heart is still pounding as you pick up your plushie and sit on the edge of the bed, taking time to evaluate what happened. The violence of your dreams were nothing new, keeping you from being able to rest most nights. Most of them are short, and jolt you awake so soon that you barely remember them but this one was vivid and completely etched in your brain. Erik waking you, dragging you, choking you. Your neck still feels sore like it happened but that must’ve been your own doing, there’s no other way.
You fall back on your pillow but your body was too energized by the fight to rest anymore. You watched the sun come up in its bright orange hue, lovely but nowhere near Wakanda’s views.
At work, you feel the lack of rest overcome you as you type away at your computer, wanting nothing more than to rest your head on the keyboard.
A coworker of yours tosses a scarf around their neck with a flourish. “Hey! I was going to make a coffee run, and you look like you could use some!” they say in a sing songy manner.
You look up at them before leaning back and rubbing your temples. “Ah, that’s fine. I’m disciplining myself to finish this report before I get any treats, and I am just about there. I’ll get some for lunch but thanks.”
“Suit yourself. I just need something warm. This building is terrible with heat in the winter time. Uh...is that a hickey??”
You pull up the collar of your shirt further, feeling hot from embarrassment. “No, uh, I got an allergic reaction.”
They squint their eyes. “Lemme see…”
You grab your phone, pretending to take a call and apologize. They shrug and mouth that they will talk to you later. No way in hell could you explain that you choked yourself last night, which sounds even more freaky than the hickey assumption.
Making their exit, you rest your head on your arms for just a couple minutes and it feels so good, you can’t stand to be at work anymore, wishing you could snap your fingers and be done with the day. Instead you shake yourself loose and type away, continuing your project until the very last minute before lunch.
You feel a small sense of accomplishment, having done something arbitrary in the grand scheme of things but to add some positivity to your life, you decided not to deny yourself your promised treat: a hot cup of a frilly coffee drink and maybe even a little cake pop or something. Treat yourself Tuesday is afoot!
As you bundled up for the weather, you took your time crossing the street to make your way to the coffee shop near your job, crunching the red and orange leaves habitually along the way. As you walk in, the smell of the roast livens you up on impact. You wait in line behind the others, looking over the menu for fall specialty drinks until it’s your turn and you order our usual macchiato along with a big chocolate chip muffin..
“Abby!”
“Tall vanilla latte, no foam!”
“Sausage egg sandwich for Steven!”
“Order for Thomas!”
You check your phone lazily scrolling through celebrity feeds until your order is ready.
“Oh shit, I forgot to ask for it to be warmed,” you say to yourself.
“Already done!” The peppy freckle faced barista says.
You hold your hand over your heart, touched. “Thank you so much!”
You put the warm pastry in your pocket and walk out taking a sip of your drink. As you round the building, a figure in the distance looks familiar. Long black coat, broad shoulders, a contemporary confident gait. Your stomach does a somersault, feeling dizzy and breathless all at once. You take your time watching him walk away, heading for the garage parking lot. There was no doubt in your spirit that that was who you thought it was. Your reaction told the truth that your eyes couldn’t confirm. Was he in the coffee shop while you were? Did he ignore you for his benefit? No, that wouldn’t matter because that’s what you wanted. But how could he not say anything?
After work one day you head over to the community center to visit with Shuri. It had been a while since Tavia came that you got to talk to Shuri. As you turned the corner the parking lot of the center looked pretty empty compared to what it used to look like during the school year.
Walking up to the building you look around and catch a glimpse of a balloon caught in a powerline. Across the street from the center is a park. That park was the area in which the community block party was held that T’Challa invited you to early on in your relationship. The bustling bodies congregated around food and music was so awesome, they really pulled something off great that day. When T’Challa carried your weak ankle self back to your place to help mend, he seemed like the most important thing to you on Earth. You never thought he would be the kind to lie and leave.
“HEY!”
The bang of the doors in front of you opening startles you. A body rushes towards you suddenly. You feel doom impending upon you as you raise your hands to stop the attack. This wasn’t going to happen again.
“Stop stop stop!” You yell out, stepping backwards your heel collapses over the edge of the sidewalk. The rough asphalt catches your hand behind you as you watch two youths run past you giggling, not even noticing you on the ground. Their laughter fades in the distance as they run across the street in the grass, slinging their backpacks at each other morning stars.
“Hey! Why are you on the ground?”
Shuri comes out of the doors, leading with a hand out to you. You instantly feel foolish having this stylish teenager helping you up as you sit amongst rocks and old gum.
“No reason. I wanted to come by but some kids-”
“Eh! It was Marcus and Angel, right? They play too rough, and I try to tell them but they have NO RESPECT!” She shouts at the top of her lungs to the unknowing kids. “Come in, I was just thinking about you.”
Walking inside, the warm colors greet your eyes, entertaining you with their aesthetic. Deep, cherry wood lines the hall with intricate carvings along the ceilings and baseboards. Touchscreens displaying activity schedules, meal menus, and student achievements are located at the end of each hall. You can just barely see the inside of the gym through the double doors to the left.
“I don’t think you have ever been in here before. Have you?” Shuri asks.
You shake your head. “I guess some things got in the way. It looks amazing in here.”
“Thank you. It took a lot of planning on my part. Jabari can be very stingy with help sometimes.”
“Who is Jabari?” you ask.
Shuri starts to speak but catches herself. “Come this way.”
Her square block heels clop down the hall as you follow behind. She takes you to a podium in front of a frosted window.
“This is something I especially like. New visitors to the center are shown this during the tour, usually toward the end. It gives a bit of some background on what brought us here and what our mission is.”
She pushes a black panther head embedded in the stand, which begins to stream a flood of light onto the frosted glass. A voiceover talks to you about the long reign of Kings and Queens that reside in the independent nation of Wakanda. Images of the sprawling landscape and the beautiful sunset lure you in. Images of King T’Chaka come in that show him making a boisterous speech that is translated by a narrator. Stating his desire to close the gap of education, generational wealth and health disparities between whites and minorities across the world. He says he wishes to make a better world for himself and his son. As he picks up a toddler, you see a young boy with multiple beaded necklaces around his neck, smiling and clapping as a crowd cheers.
“I wasn’t born yet, so don’t worry, it gets better,” Shuri whispers to you jokingly.
Your eyes begin to water and it catches Shuri’s eye. “Sorry. He just looks...like himself.”
You feel butterflies, holding your stomach as you reminisce on what was. The little boy in that film is T’Challa with his father. And he looks so much like Bean did in your dream, shockingly so.
The voice over goes on to showcase the outside of the community center during its construction. Some big burly man lug logs of wood, breaking them down to lumber.
“Those are Jabari,” Shuri says.
A shot of T’Challa looking over blueprints and directing construction workers fill your vision. You focus on him, looking at his hair coils, his black clothing with the pop of embroidery. The camera zooms in on his long finger pointing to the blueprints and fades back in to show the constructed center. As the film closes a final shot of T’Challa welcoming you and hoping you stay crumbles you. This was him before he ever knew you. He looked so happy and accomplished and looking forward to the future. Nothing like how you left him.
Shuri touches your arm. “Is everything alright?”
You shake your head. “Is there a bathroom close?”
“Two doors down.”
You jog down to find the unisex bathroom, pushing open the door heading straight for the sink. Your head is pounds as you gasp for breath through your tightening throat. Each inhale feels more painful than the last as you lean your back against a wall and tears roll down your cheeks. You heave a big breath and sob out loud, wringing your emotions out like a sponge. This amounted to too much today. Tavia’s words ring in your ear as you realize she’s right.
The door opens a crack as Shuri pokes in and sees you weeping. She doesn’[t say a word as she wraps her arms around you, taking on your pain with all her little frame can handle. You feel like you’ll never stop crying, especially with Shuri there to help you through it.
“Please...I can’t,” you squeak.
Shuri squeezes you tighter. “Yes you can. Just cry, it is fine.”
-
Shuri offers you some tissue to wipe your face and says, “He isn’t here, I’m sorry if you were looking for him.”
Wiping your eyes, you barely look at Shuri out of guilt. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.”
“It’s ok. But he’s been spending more time in Wakanda now, so if he’s here it’s for official business.”
You purse your mouth before saying, “I swear I saw him this week. Leaving the coffee shop near my job. But it couldn’t be, I know he would’ve said something to me. Has he been in town at all?”
Shuri stands quietly, looking past you.
You look at her face suspiciously. “Has he mentioned me at all?”
Shuri’s shoulders fall as defeat washes over her face. “I don’t want to be the one to talk to you about him. He should be doing that.”
“I know! But...I can’t contact him except through you or by coming here. I shouldn’t have to hunt him down, why hasn’t he even checked on me?”
Shuri tightens her jaw, refusing to answer. You get up and walk past her to throw away your tissue.
“Ok. Well tell him he needs to take his bank info off of my rent.”
“He won’t do that.”
“So you have talked to him about that? He said something?”
“He won’t let you be without. Even if he isn’t talking to you currently. He may just think you need space but I haven’t got a single idea what is going on besides Wakanda.”
“It’s fine. I’ll move then. That will cancel it officially and he won’t have to extend his charity to me anymore.”
“What? Where are you moving?” Shuri asks.
“Shuri, you know I can’t tell you. But I have to leave that place. Probably this city. I hate my job and I haven’t been myself since Erik came and fucked things up. I’m done, there’s nothing for me here.”
Shuri takes our hands in hers, eyes heavy with sympathy. “I know he wouldn’t want that.”
You shrug. “I can’t care anymore. It’s holding me back. I want to leave all of what happened behind. But here while I’m here, I have had nothing but constant memories of it. And Shuri I love you, but your brother is job.”
Shuri nods. “With no benefits that I can see, if you ask me. I understand, you deserve more.”
At your office, you draft a resignation letter a couple times before the verbage hits just right for you to print and sign. Giving it an official trifold, you put it in your desk drawer and feel your excitement in your toes just thinking about a new chapter in your life that could lead to bigger and better things. Most of your work hours have been filled with researching homes and jobs in other counties or and some neighboring states.
“Hey hey! You look a little peppy! Have you had your coffee on time today?”
Your coworker invites you to join them on a field trip to the shop, talking your ear off about the office gossip, which reminds you not to tell them about you leaving until after you have given your letter to your manager. When you make your order, they treat you by paying for the two of you and you sit together waiting on your name to be called.
“One order for Kibble, one for Bits!”
“That’s us! I’ll get it, stay here.”
You look out the window watching the breeze whip the trees loose of their leaves until they come back, setting your drink in front of you.
“Here you go. My phone is buzzing the hell out my ass.” As they take their call, they get more irritated with each minute, rolling eyes and mouthing words they choose not to say.
“Sure thing, thanks Karen! Girl, I apparently have to help fix a fuck up that wasn’t mine AGAIN! Fuck this job!”
“Right? Well, hit me up another time. You still have to tell me about who ate Lawrence’s lunch when he went the fuck off.”
“You right. It was me, but there’s more to it. Catch you later!”
You smile after them, taking your cup in your hand to carefully remove the top to release some heat. Coffee jumps onto your hand, hot and messy. You shake off the excess liquid and subtly lick your finger, spinning outward to get up and get a napkin.
“Need this?”
You take it thankfully, looking up at your good samaritan and freezing in place. He takes a seat in front of you, using another napkin to wipe the table up.
“How are you, umhle?”
Your mind is empty. Your sight goes black. You can’t recall what happens, until you hear him holler as your drink is tossed down his lap.
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