First Bite

The third in my series of Baldur’s Gate 3 stories, First Bite is a retelling of a favorite scene with a unique twist.

“For goodness sake.” Sitting up, Astarion sways wildly. “You sound even more intoxicated than I feel. Here.” He produces a kerchief from his sleeve. “Press this to the wound.”

“Can’t. Too weak.”

“Oh, for the love of…”

Tav can barely feel the pressure, and no pain whatsoever. Sleep beckons.

“A-a-a.” Astarion slaps his cheek. “Don’t you dare go unconscious. If you die, the others will come at me with torches and pitchforks.”

“Tell them I asked for it.” Tav grins. “They’ll believe every perversion, coming from a drow.”

“And would they be wrong, my dear?”

“Not about this drow, no.”

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