Eliza's POV
The bard takes the path, on her way to a certain place. Not knowing where exactly… or why…
But she felt it was important to go. So, she didn't argue when her gut said to go. She pictured her instincts like a string of thread. It shimmers in the light faintly and it leads the way. It's taken her everywhere so far and never led her wrong before.
She followed it up a pair of stairs walking across the solid stone top of a building. She hears people chatting among a group as she descends down the other set of stairs. Eliza ignored them as she snuck past them following a dirt path. She walked it to the end of a cliff, looking like a dead end. But then, she saw her shimmering thread going down. She looks to see roots and vines grow at her feet leading downwards to the ground below.
Eliza: "Ah-Hah!"
She prepared the descent, grabbed the roots, and remained careful taking each step. She spares a glance up to see red eyes stare at her with a smile in amusement. Causing her to freeze in her spot and stare at him awkwardly. While her face turned a particular shade of red the longer she stared. His eyes give a more mischievous look as he leans forward and speaks in a whisper.
Astarion: "Enjoying the view, sweetheart? I rather like seeing you from this angle- is it the same for you?"
Her face felt hot in response. Her reaction only made him laugh, and he covered his devilish smile with his hand.
All that made it worse… She loved his laugh… hearing it made her insides leap for joy. It also made her completely lose all senses… She slowly descends down, trying to calm her rapid heart. In her state, she didn't pay attention to where she placed her feet. As her foot slips and she loses her grip on the vines. She starts to shout in her sudden panic but then a hand catches hers. Instinctively, she holds on for dear life as she holds herself back on the vines. Eliza looked up only to meet his ruby eyes once more. Forgetting her moment of embarrassment entirely, as she stared up at the frustrated elf on his stomach. Holding her hand still. His voice sounded annoyed. Either because of her or by his own sudden heroics.
Astarion: "Seriously? If you keep falling for me, don't expect me to catch you every time… It gets exhausting after a while…"
A giggle escaped her and her smile was bright. Filling her with bliss while his hand held firmly onto hers. As much as he tried not to, he couldn't help but smile back...
She made his smile disappear once she spoke mindlessly with joy.
Eliza: "I'm so glad you caught me! Thank you- you're incredible, Astarion!"
Astarion's POV
She was a puzzle… One he was practically dying to know how to solve now…
The world feels still around him as he gets lost in his head.
Lost in her stare…
He could have easily let her fall, and probably would have gotten a good laugh.
It wasn't a big fall, she would have gotten just a little hurt... But his body moved before his brain could even think not to. He did the same thing yesterday, involving himself when usually he could care less.
How she could so easily influence him after spending so little time with her… was a mystery
Giving him feelings he hadn't felt before and didn't know how to express… was baffling
Like, how he was made speechless just now… that became unsettling…
Just from what exactly?
How did she do it?
What was it?
Her smile?…
It brought him warmth, it was bright and the sight of it was calming. He could forget the world around him just from a look. His frustration soothed in an instant from a glance in her direction.
Her words?…
She meant every one. Every word was said so passively, yet with such passion. She truly held respect when she spoke with him.
Her voice?…
It was sure and confident, she was certain that he was everything she said. It held a beauty he couldn't ignore…
It was pure joy.
All that she felt… because of him?…
Her gaze?…
The way she stared at him… Whether in her moments of kindness or uncertainty.
She saw him as an equal, worthy of her trust and loyalty…
He liked it… all of it…
But, deep down, he felt guilty…
Was he really worthy of it?…
Wait- why should he feel guilt?
Why did he like her kind nature?
Why show it to him?
Why did he care if she did or not?
He should be the opposite of what he's been lately.
Like his normal self; that cares more about himself than others…
To use others for his gain, even if it meant their life… Mortals were less than worthy in his master's eyes…
After being taught that for so many years - that lives are purely expendable…
Of course, eventually, he thought that way too…
But, for some reason, imagining not seeing her look at him like she does… felt… off…
Normally, he didn't like when people would stare too long. He was a man of action with a lot of conversations thrown into the mix. He definitely was flattered if he was given looks. However, a silent stare between two people, with no words involved…
It would normally be infuriating to him…
But it was quite the opposite…
Even now, it still feels the same… like it did before…
It was… gentle… and… sweet…
It was an overwhelming feeling of peace and serenity…
This feeling he got when she was near and it couldn't be ignored…
When he touched her… her hold was tender, even now…
When he heard her… Her voice was compelling, she always had interesting things to say….
When he looked at her… Seeing her genuine smile she gave him…
affected him in ways it was impossible to ignore…
Her presence brought him comfort.
He knew the feeling… but he couldn't believe the truth…
When he hasn't felt this way… in a long time…
Not with anyone...
He felt... safe... when he was with her…
But, that can't be possible.
Not after a day of knowing someone - that's ridiculous!...
It must be a mistake...
No one can be trusted… not even the kindest person…
There must be a root cause of this person's actions…
What is her angle?
Why does she do what she does?
Was she actually falling for him?...
Was it more than a joke he kept re-using?
He couldn't help it… She kept giving him the opportunity…
But maybe it's not far from the truth…
Is that why she looks at him like she does?
Is that why she cares so much?
Why does she act so strange towards him?...
She could do something about it… and yet…
She always holds back...
Taking the opportunity to pull away…
Rather than lean in…
Puzzling him even more…
And she does so again as he gets pulled back into reality when she releases his hand. He didn't know how long they were there for…
Her starlit gaze turned into an overwhelming sadness. He could see the change in her demeanor as she pulled away from his hold, and tried to focus on her climb once more. However the display didn't deter him, it only intrigued him even more. He spoke to her earnestly, without shame.
Astarion: "You have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. I like it."
She only spared a glance, the view of red grows once more as it flushes her cheeks.
The color began to suit her the more he saw it. In fact, he rather liked how he could make her that color….
And only him…
She then climbs the rest of the way down and she doesn't face him again. Which slowly irritated him over time…
Eliza's POV
(Moments before)
His stare was maddening. The way he seemed to look at her was difficult to grasp. She didn't know what he was thinking when he looked at her like that. She couldn't describe his expression when he did, but it made her wander in his ruby eyes.
Lost in a world where his look gave her a warm feeling in her chest. Swirling in thoughts of how his hand felt holding hers. His grip was tight at first, but once she was stable. His hold remained, it was soft, and it made her happy.
Ever since she met Astarion, her world felt brighter. She didn't feel dread or worry.
She felt safe…
and understood somehow…
Like she knew him in another life…
Eliza knew she had no reason to distrust him, she felt it.
It was impossible to escape from his alluring presence. His white hair and pale shin practically glittered in the sun. His vision was intoxicating.
Soon her mind swirls with the color of his eyes…
red…
blood…
Blood…
BLOOD.
Dancing in her head over and over no matter how many times she tried to not think of it…
The view of him looking down at her with blood dripping from his eyes with a lifeless expression…
It completely shattered her heart…
All the happy feelings ripped away from her in an instant. She felt that her presence became a threat to him, pulling her hand from his. As she continues her descent downwards.
Then he says something unexpected…
His words somehow comfort her, and bring her bliss. It was amazing how it felt when she saw his smile and heard the words that left him…
She couldn't believe that she heard those words at all… and that they were for her…
Her face felt hot as she stared up at him. But remembered she had her own mission at hand. Then realized she needed to move.
As much as she wanted to, she couldn't waste her time staring at him all day. She finally made the rest of her climb down. Trying her best to hide her forming smile.
She heard the others make their descent and catch up with her as she charged ahead. She searched the skeletal remains, handing a healing potion to whoever wanted to grab it. She didn't know who, but a hand softly touches hers as they take it from her.
She found the skeleton's hand resting on a hatch, then tried to open it, and discovered it was locked. Giving it a good pull or a kick didn't work like she thought. Until a voice chimed in, full of confidence as he spoke.
Astarion: "Stand back, darling. Let me show you how a professional handles this."
He takes a long moment with his hands at the lock, using tools to get the job done. After a short while, with a click, and a swing of the door. He opens the hatch, stands upright to face her, and gives a small bow. His hand extended out to the opening, his voice was smooth and flawless as ever.
Astarion: "And - that's how it's done… After you.-"
His head rose up to look at her with his devilish smile once more. Only for her to look away in panic, trying not to get lost in his ruby eyes again. From the corner of her eye she could see his expression grew dim as he moved out of the way with a grumble to himself. He crossed his arms with a small pout. She heard him faintly, but tried to look uninterested in every word he said.
Astarion: "Nothing?… No appreciation?... hmph… Why do I even bother?"
In a way, it saddened her that she didn't have the confidence to face him like she should… but she couldn't help it…
He made her malfunction just from a smile or gaze her way…
She didn't know how or why...
The gith scoffs with her arms crossed and a shake of her head in disappointment at the sight of them. Making Asterion pout more as she spoke.
Lea'zel: "Seeking approval is below you... Especially from simply picking at a lock. If you want her to spare a glance; try offering the heads of her enemies instead… That is a sure way to seize attention."
Her eyes widened at the remark...
That's the opposite of what she would want… but it would get her attention...
Especially the darkness within her...
But didn't say a word as they continued their chatter, she made her way down.
He only grumbled more in response… but seemed enthused by the warriors suggestion.
Astarion: "I don't need any damn approval… Although, I like the way you think…
His scowl, growing into a smile as Eliza made her way past him. He seemed to swim inside his vicious thoughts from the idea. Trying to pay them little mind as Eliza focuses on the task at hand, and she heads down once more. Careful to take each step on the ladder, finally making it to the bottom.
Her companions catch up with her down below. She then looks around at the sight of the cave they're in. Sunlight shines in from a big opening that flows out with water. She follows the dirt path that leads to another entrance. Through the opening in a wall as she walked on the floor now covered in gray stone. She waltzed in without a care. Until, suddenly, she sensed a bad vibe that came from deep within her. When she looked around the room and saw the skeletons on the floor. It felt off… like it was seconds away from becoming a battle…
But, it needed to be triggered first. Her instincts tell her to move forward anyway. She takes the steps through the eerie ruins and comes around a corner to find a button on the wall. She knew she needed to press it but it would cause a chain reaction that could put her companions in dager.
So, Eliza felt it was necessary to warn them.
She kept her gaze ahead as she spoke plainly.
Eliza: "I'd draw your weapons, it's about to get crowded in here."
There was silence, she looked back to see them on alert as they looked around. They hear nothing but sounds an empty cave would make. They calmed themselves and gave her a puzzling look. The half-Elf shrugged as she spoke with disbelief.
Shadowheart: "I don't see or hear anyone coming."
Eliza: "They are already here… Don't say I didn't warn you."
They looked at her in confusion, as she turned around to press the ominous button. With a click and the sound of stone grinding together as the wall in front of her reveals a hidden room…
Then, suddenly sounds of ghoulish whispers and moans fill the air. Eliza was already prepared for the fight with her crossbow at the ready, and noticed the others begin to look in the direction of the noises in a panic. The skeletons rise to their feet as their eyes and mouth glow green. In a flash, they had their weapons at the ready. Her companions stared at her with curiosity. The look they gave said it all, she wondered how she knew herself.
Just like she said - they had some company to take care of.
Eliza makes her way around the corner to face them. Once she was in view of the enemy, she could hear footsteps behind her as the rest of her group came to back her up. With the swish of an arrow that flies past her, it pierces the first skeleton on top of the stairwell. Lodging itself right between the eyes of the skull, but that wasn't enough to take it down. Then the bard took aim, with a fire of her crossbow, it split the arrow in half going deeper in the skull as it fell to the ground. The result made a pair of ruby eyes stare at her in bewilderment…
A pair of eyes she knew she had to ignore so she could remain focused on the battle at hand.
With a blaze of Shadowheart's guiding bolt it weakens the Entombed warrior in front of them. The gith jumped an incredible leap up to the second floor to take on one for herself. Charging at it with the swing of her blade. It was swift and true as it sliced the Entombed scribe in half.
There were three left…
One skeleton that was near the entrance they came from, charges forward and stops at the edge of the ledge. With a quick wave of its boney hands, the red magic flows through its fingers as it places them in a silent bubble.
The gith was lucky enough to be spared since she was far enough away.
However, until the others got out of the bubble; they were silenced and all spells were useless. The three of them look around in confusion from the overwhelming silence. There was no way to speak to each other. So Eliza couldn't warn Astarion of the upcoming attack from behind him with a shout. She pointed in her panic at the Entombed warrior, with its sword it charges forward into the bubble with them. Its blade held high, ready to swing. By the time Astarion noticed, it was in front of him, and he was too late. The blade was headed right for him. He closed his eyes as he braced himself, ready for it to hurt. But, suddenly, an overwhelming urge settled itself within Eliza. Her body was quick to react…
Astarion's POV
He prepares for the worst, blocking his arms over his head, and hoping it would miss his face…
But…
There was nothing…
No pain, no metal slicing his flesh…
Not a sound.
He would have thought he was dead from the silence and darkness…
Was death painless?
But the smell of blood came to his nose, a smell he was familiar with that drove him completely mad…
Waking him from the pleasing thought.
He opened his eyes to be stunned by the view before him. Eliza stood in front of him, with her rapier and the skeleton's blade locked together. A test of strength goes on between them.
He stood there baffled at the sight before him.
Not only did she defend him, she took the blow for him…
He couldn't help but feel she was breaking a couple rules…
Rules of what… or how he knew…
He couldn't describe or give an answer to.
This definitely wasn't normal behavior, he never witnessed anything like it in all his years alive…
Her other arm was held above her head to keep the skeleton's sword from slicing her face off. The blood drips from her arm, and the sweet scent fills the air. Making his senses dance erratically, his raging hunger screams to be satisfied from the wonderful smell. He needed to feed soon, his reaction time was getting slower. He only managed to catch a rabbit last night, not nearly enough for how much energy he needed…
Unfortunately, he needed way more blood to keep his mind away from her sickeningly sweet smell. Otherwise, he was going to pounce on her and drain her dry… Which wasn't a wise decision considering the alternatives of keeping her alive….
One being she was keeping him from suffering his own injuries…
She was the only thing stopping him and driving him insane.
However his attention gets pulled to the sight before him. Forgetting his hunger almost entirely…
The skeleton's pressure against her began to overcome her. Its body slowly towers over the bard. The blade digging further in her arm…
He could feel the desire intervene-
Until, suddenly, a surge of strength consumed her.
He couldn't hear what she said as her lips moved. Although, he could see her fire as she pushed the skeleton away with her blade and a shove of her bloody arm. Her body was completely in front of him as she extended her arms out. His attention drew to the arm she held out behind her, as the blood dripped off her hand onto the ground. Making his mouth practically water from the aroma…
He shook his head, trying to pay his attention back to the battle ahead.
Her other hand held the blade pointed at the Entombed warrior. He couldn't see her expression, but he could feel her ferocity. Her presence became one of a protector, willingly using herself as his shield…
The action shocked him beyond belief.
Why would she do such a thing?
For someone she hardly knew…
It didn't make sense…
But he wasn't going to complain…
Then something unexpected happened…
In a flash, she was on the move swinging her sword in a blazing fury. He couldn't believe his eyes, widening them to watch everything unfold. Her poise, her stance, and her swift movements…
It was almost like a dance…
She moved so quickly the skeleton struggled to keep up with her movements. It had to use both of its hands to hold its sword. It tried its best to block her rapid swings and strikes that drew it back with each clash of their swords. Enough to where it backed out of the bubble. Soon the sound of metal fills the air as she follows the walking bones with her raging inferno attack. Her shouts began to fill the air as she left the bubble. The metal clanging louder as she swung violently, the skeleton wasn't quick enough to block some of the slices she made on its armor or bone.
Her demeanor went from a kind person to a ferocious foe in an instant.
He never saw anything like it.
No one has ever made this many strikes in one go, as far as he knew.
And it still kept going…
The shaking bones in front of her were completely helpless from her overwhelming one-handed attacks.
He could hear it in her battle cry; her anger.
What caused her sudden rage?
The sudden power and determination…
Where did it come from?
Then something unusual happens…
The sword in her hand glows a bright blue, its light looking infused with some sort of magic.
Her loudest shout fills the air as she swung with all her might on the skeleton's wrists. Its hands breaking off the bone, the sword hitting the ground with them. Almost within an instant she changed the direction of her blade. With a stream of blue, its metal splits the neck bone. The skull of the skeleton flies away from its body; the helmet hits the ground with a clang and a thud.
Then the green magic leaves its empty orbs…
The rest of its bones fall limp to the ground.
Eliza's hands fall to her sides and her shoulders move with her heavy breathing.
The other skeletons' bones rattle as they shake with fear when she gives them an intense glare in their direction.
Her next words were menacing as she pointed her blade at them, the blue glow faded away from it.
Eliza: "You're next."
He gapes at the sight in awe. Along with the other two that travel with her.
He couldn't help but be impressed… and a little intimidated…
That splurge of attacks was intense. In all his years, he's never seen anything so fierce before.
It was impressive…
Where was she hiding that?!
What drove her to those lengths?!
Why did her sword glow?!
Was it magic?!
How can she use such a power!?
How can he wield It?!
If only he wasn't silenced he'd be shouting at her, demanding information. But - thanks to the silent bubble… He puts his head back to the fight as an Entombed scribe makes its next strike.
Eliza's POV
She could hardly stand… Her knees were trembling and her heart was beating rapidly. She couldn't stop replaying the moment over and over in her head…
Her arm was steady but it was pulsing from its intense usage. The other arm continued to spill blood on the floor, with a rather large wound gaping through her sleeve. She could see a glow come from her sword…
Just like before… She couldn't focus on that now.
She didn't know she could move so fast…
It seemed like a touch of another life…
What she did seemed to trigger something within her. She could see pictures of blurry images in her mind. The people surrounding her were wearing white outfits with metal nets over their faces. There was one on her face too. It was a strange vision, but her movements were purely instinct…
Moving exactly how she did in her vision. Both opponents: the one in her head and the one standing before her, were overwhelmed by her speed.
However, the one in front of her needed to perish…
She went to immediately disarm the foe, then struck clean and true.
The sword was a lot smaller in her vision too...
With the one in her hand now, even though it was bigger, it felt so light. Her strength was stronger here.
It seemed as strong as her will…
She didn't know where it came from…
But it happened the moment she saw Astarion in danger…
The sword was going for his head…
He could have been seriously hurt…
or worse!
As much as her inner demon wanted to watch the carnage, she couldn't stand for it.
Without even thinking about what it would do to her, she used her arm and her rapier to stop its attack.
She felt the Entombed warrior use its weight of the sword to push her down while she was off-balance.
At that moment, she knew…
If she could be beaten by a mere skeleton…
She was a failure…
Eliza needed to be strong! No- Stronger!!!
Or else they could die!
She needed to live, so they could be safe.
She needed to keep them alive; they were important to this world!… not just to her…
So, she had to win. No matter how scared she was. She had to protect them…
Protect him…
Eliza didn't want to wake up alone…
She wanted to wake up and see their faces every day!
To see his face…
Her edge to stand and fight.
Her drive to move forward, despite her inner turmoil.
It was because of them… Her friends.
And someone else…
Someone who makes her heart skip…
Who made her feel like she could fly just by a single sentence…
She didn't know how or when he became precious to her…
But she couldn't stand imagining his death…
Which her inner demon craved so badly…
It was a constant battle… and because of it…
She was afraid to get too close to him…
Unfortunately, her adrenalin finally left her and she found it difficult to breathe.
As much as her body craved to see red. It wasn't satisfied by seeing her own… It was very disappointing to see a head roll without any blood.
Her body also seemed unsettled by her heroics as well. Her insides lurching and twisting uncomfortably.
She was unprepared as a ray of frost shot its way at her. To keep the blast away from her face, she was quick to use her wounded arm as her shield again. The cold freezes over the wound, causing the bleeding to stop. She fought through its chilling burn, trying to get used to it for her advantage. With a smile she looked up at the skeleton with a quip at the ready.
Eliza: "I prefer bandages, but ice is nice! Is that really the best you can do?"
Soon, she ate her words… regrettably.
As another ray hits her shoulder.
She tried to move forward but her limbs felt stiff. Her body struggled to move without a shiver escaping her. Her movements slowed down. With a groan she muttered to herself in distaste. The foggy breath leaving her mouth in a cold chill.
Eliza: "Ugh…ne-never mind… That was pretty effective…"
Thankfully, she wasn't alone…
The cleric raced past her and used another guiding bolt that headed for the scribe. The light burns it to a crisp from a direct hit. The silent bubble disappeared soon after.
The next to race past her, lodged another arrow in his bow and was quick to launch it. With a swift sound and a thud it hits the last enemy's shoulder….
It looks at the arrow then back at him, giving him an empty scowl…
Making a chuckle escape the elf in amusement.
Her heart leapt at the sound…
Before it could charge at them, another arrow flies overhead from behind them, and hits it in the skull. Its body crumbles to pieces on the ground.
All the skeleton's now back to piles of bones.
With a sigh of relief she whispered to herself as the last remaining chills left her body.
Eliza: "Thank the gods… I'm glad I know people that know how to fight…"
A voice decided to place his input, adding his own opinion with a demand for answers.
Astarion: "So do I… Although - color me curious - how did you learn to fight like that? And when exactly were you planning on telling us!?"
The gith caught up with them, also feeling a little inquisitive herself. The half-Elf as well.
Lae'zel: "Yes, I find it difficult to comprehend that you are capable of such power. And yet - you chose to use that gift now of all times. When there were plenty of times on the ship it would have been useful."
Shadowheart: "And here I thought you were just a lucky shot and fumbling lunatic that doesn't feel pain… Always having that goofy smile stuck on your face… I didn't know you could be… scary…"
They all stare intently, eager for answers.
With a nervous laugh and a wave of her hand dismissively, her words leave her softly.
Eliza: "Heheh… I honestly didn't know I could do that either… It came as a surprise to me too - it was like my body took control. But on the inside… Truly, I was terrified… I had no idea what I was doing or what came over me."
The new stares in her direction make her even more nervous, they didn't seem too happy by her answer. The elf speaks with fake optimism, his voice riddled with disappointment.
Astarion: "Great… Another thing about you left a mystery… You could at least share your talents - if possible."
The gith spoke with her own disbelief.
Lae'zel: "Fear is a good motivator to get what you want… However, I must have missed the part when it was also useful in battle… I find it hard to believe that fear was your motivation…"
For once the half-Elf could agree with the warrior.
Shadowheart: "As much as it pains me, I can agree with her. I also noticed - you were perfectly poised. You moved like you knew what you were doing. It wasn't erratic, it was precise and calculated. What you did… had to have taken years of practice, concentration, and discipline to your body for it to move like that… Is there more you're not telling us?"
They all surround her, their eyes look intently into hers. Demanding more answers…
But, she couldn't tell them the real reason.
When the real answers were embarrassing to her…
She felt like she was being backed into a corner, her heart raced and her palms grew sweaty…
She couldn't tell them her sudden burst of energy was because of her desire for friendship…
The desire to be close with them and talk all the time…
Maybe someday they will sing songs by the campfire or braid each other's hair…
As the first things that came to her mind, there could have been more degrading ones… She still thought of them all fondly…
They were her happy thoughts of the future she used to drown out the ugly ones…
Her motivation not to die… not to harm those close to her… was to see a future where that existed…
Where she was surrounded by her friends…
She felt there were still more people to find…
However she needed an answer to give them, they wouldn't be satisfied till they had one. So, she spoke mindlessly and it didn't feel far from the truth…
Eliza: "I remembered something during the fight… When I fought… My mother had me take special training when I was young for some reason… to become the best. She wasn't satisfied unless I was at the top of my class… The technique was called: 'The Dance of Blades'… A unique form only I knew… because I created it."
Every word that left her perplexed her more and more…
Where did this knowledge come from?
How come when she tries to remember if it's true, it hurts even more?
Why is her past one big headache when she thought too hard?
But in times like this, it flows out of her so easily…
It's like she held the answers, but couldn't access them unless she began to raise suspicion to others.
It was so infuriating!
She wanted to know if it was the truth too!
Although, deep down, it felt not too far off…
It was inexplicable, to even her, which was even harder to explain to anyone else.
If she ever were to attempt to.
They seemed somewhat satisfied with the answer she gave. Expressing their thoughts back to her. The half-Elf looked at her in a new light.
Shadowheart: "That's quite the answer, a bit unexpected… However - I do believe there is more to you than I originally thought. I'm glad to see your memory seems to be coming back to you little by little…. If you remember more skills - how about you teach me a thing or two? When you find the time, of course."
A boisterous voice shines through, his presence was eager to fill himself into that position.
Astarion: "Now hold on! If anyone is entitled to that knowledge - I think I should get the offer too! Can you teach me? I want to swing my dagger like that - I'd become unstoppable!"
The cleric rolls her eyes at the elfs hastyness.
His eyes stare into hers, his hands shaking with excitement in hopes she would pass on her technique. He gives her a look that was nearly impossible to ignore… She gets so flustered by his joy and stare, she looks away from him in a panic. His demeanor seemed to change from the action. A small huff leaving him as she gave the next voice her attention.
The gith didn't seem as enthusiastic as the rest but was intrigued all the same.
Lae'zel: "Indeed. Granted, it might be wasted on such a puny weapon such as that… If I swung my sword like that, I would be quite the threat… Chk… No, I don't need any special training. I'm already a deadly opponent. If I am too powerful, the thrill of battle will become boring beyond comprehension. Keep your tricks - I have no use for them."
Astarion wasn't going to give up on the subject, however, as he spoke once more.
Astarion: Good! Then you have all the more time to show me! I am more than willing to call you master for a little while… Only if you teach me that little trick of yours, of course."
Astarion's POV
Only after the words came out of his mouth, was when he regretted what he said. It sounded better in his head, he was even so distracted it didn't even phase him. Until it got said out loud. it only triggered something he didn't expect to feel from it. The thought of calling another person his master was appalling. He hated the idea of bowing to another master.
Although it was a joke, he took it all too seriously after.
Her reaction only angered him further.
Once again she took one look in his eyes, only to look away in an instant. Her face looking pained and tense, she wouldn't even face him anymore…
Frankly… it was pissing him off…
But he kept the anger to himself, saving it for a later time…
As she dismissed everyone entirely, giving them a quick answer anxiously.
Eliza: "M-Maybe another day… Ask me then… I just re-discovered this technique, I should master it before I teach it to anyone… A-Anyway, we should get moving - the ruins won't loot itself!…"
His eyes gawked at her as she waltzed away. Looking around for valuables in chests before checking out the hidden room…
His anger is back on the rise…
He wanted to scream… but held it together for now…
He went through all the trouble… even begged…
Said something he completely despised…
and yet she avoided it…
Tried to even give her the look that won over all the ladies, which he used to get his way with…
Failing completely!
Frustrating him immensely…
He couldn't understand why he was triggered…
Maybe he was hangry from all of the blood she was wasting. So he grabbed a healing potion he had in his bag, walked up to her, and shoved it into her hands. His words grumbled with frustration as she looked back up at him with a confused expression.
Astarion: "Let's not have a repeat of what happened yesterday - shall we."
He left the rest to her as he stayed back to cool himself off.
The bard walked ahead without a word as she took a silent swig of the potion…
The smell of her blood slowly disappeared from the air…
He couldn't understand why she was such a tough nut to crack.
One he was about to use the big tools on if she wasn't too careful…
He will get his hands on that power, if it's the last thing he does…
After he figures out how to steal her attention and keep it...
Eliza's POV
Of all the things he could have said…
She didn't expect that…
It threw her off guard entirely, it took everything inside her to not explode into a pile of goo in front of him when he said that to her…
'I'm more than willing to call you master for a little while…'
His words make her insides leap and spin, with a shiver running up her spine. Only to go away the instant he spoke again…
When his voice sounded sarcastic and annoyed, he practically threw the potion at her.
Why would he say those things before?
Was he angry with her now?
He must have been desperate for her to teach him, if he would say something like that.
And pretty upset that she didn't say yes or no…
She didn't even know she could use that skill until now.
What if she wasn't capable of teaching it?
When she just learned the name of it too…
This new technique was a mystery even to her. Even if she did create it, she had no recollection if it was true or not. Only her body and a hidden part of her mind knew how to use it effectively.
She was lucky this time…
Next time, she might not be…
Once she was done collecting anything valuable in that room, she walked into the hidden room. The others follow closely behind. She stepped in front of a coffin, reading its plaque.
It read:
"Here lies the guardian of tombs. Through knowledge comes atonement."
Eliza reached forward, unafraid. As her hand barely brushed against the stone and it jerked away from her touch. Green flames set ablaze on the candles surrounding it. The stone top of the coffin slides over, through the gap emerges a deathly hand from within it. With a quick shove from its arm, the lid flies off the coffin with a stony thud. She didn't even flinch as a small gust of wind brushed past her. The body from within it began to rise from the sarcophagus into the air. Once it rose upright, it's eerie sounds and chilling look gave the others nervous looks on their faces.
Eliza was unfazed as the eyes of the being shot open with an intense gaze. Its body floats over the sarcophagus, landing in front of her. It's bare feet on the ground as its withered body stepped closer.
Its voice echoes with a grumble in it, as he reveals his nature to them.
Withers: "So He has spoken, and now thou standest before me. Right as always… What a curious way to awaken… Thou art the least bit surprised by my presence thus far."
The corpse in front of them eyes her carefully, seeming to take in her appearance and aura. He speaks once more.
Withers: "Now, I have a question for thee: what is the worth of a single mortal's life?"
She didn't hesitate, she trusted the walking corpse in front of her enough to answer his question. She spoke earnestly and from the heart.
Eliza: "The right answer is 200 gold… but my answer… Everything or nothing at all… A single life, no matter how small, is significant. But that depends on the living soul of that life; that is how it's given value. A good soul should be protected at all costs. Even at the cost of my own life… A bad one, that torture the lives of the innocent, deserves no such treatment. They can rot for all I care, my pockets will be empty for them…"
The corpse stared wide eyed at the woman before him. He didn't expect her to respond without question or to receive such an answer. A small smile graces its rotten lips.
Withers: "I am delighted to hear the answer thou hath bestowed upon me. I am pleased and find myself surprised with both thou honesty… and thou perspective… Albeit unexpected, thou has proven to be quite… knowledgeable… Very well, I am satisfied… We have met and I know thy face… I look forward to the next encounter. We shall see each other again at the proper time and place. Farewell."
She bows to him in respect, her actions cause many eyes to watch her. Including the corpse in front of her. She grew nervous from their intense stares.
But, lifted herself proudly and continued to search the room for goodies…
Astarion's POV
Her answer… It was odd….
But it was her truth…
No one would be so straightforward like that and not mean it…
Maybe, she was just a do-gooder…
It helps him understand her better but somehow not at all too…
She would throw her life away for someone she deems a good soul… and cast aside someone who takes innocent lives…
Astarion was not a good soul…
He didn't even have a soul…
and yet she saved him… protected him…
When he could handle himself, he wasn't useless!
But…
He could admit…
He was rather careless before, and he should have been paying better attention. He managed to get it together, despite the scent of her blood driving him mad…
If she knew the life he lived, she would have never done that for him…
He was a lost cause, there was no point in saving him.
And yet she did it anyway
For someone she barely knows…
He didn't know how he felt about it…
It felt nice… but somehow It felt like a waste of time…
Unless she plans on finding a cure for vampirism or figuring out how to separate a spawn from their master permanently…
There's nothing she could possibly do to change his fate.
Once she realizes his true nature, she will show hers…
After an answer like that…
He can't trust her…
She will turn on him once she realizes what he did…
What he is… Who he is… and the life he lived…
She would see that he was a bad soul after all…
He could at least enjoy it while it lasted…
Even if she did make him feel hopeful for a little while. It was short lived.
Oddly enough…
He actually did enjoy it… but, it wasn't meant to be…
This little adventure will be over sooner or later. Whether by returning to his master, turning into a mind flayer, or his gets nature revealed.
So, his options were only this or death...
All which sounded stressful…
How do normal people deal with this much at once?
Was it just him that knew this pain?
So far, his only lead….
His only hope was the worm in his head….
He could trust it... for now…
It was keeping him alive despite the odds...
Even though it brought impending doom… As long as it doesn't turn him into something worse. There's a chance it could benefit him.
He hasn't felt any different lately, he didn't know if that was a good thing or not.
At best, it lets him walk in the sun! Breaking one of the most important laws of a vampire.
No longer living in the shadows.
He wondered what else he could do, he couldn't wait to find out more once he got out of here …
Speaking of, he couldn't wait to get out of this crypt…
Astarion: 'Once you've seen one, you've seen them all. They are all the same.'
Dark, cold, and full of corpses… not too far from "home" actually…
Just more run down…
He loved the feeling of the sun on his skin, he missed it already…
It's been such a terribly long time in the dark...
Now that he has it, he craves it. It was such a lovely day out. He hoped he would get to bathe in it some more…
While he still had his skin…
He wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings, good thing nothing major was happening. The bard was busy trying to figure out what to do with the book in her hands…
He took a moment to assess, and tried to remember when exactly he got in this room…
Eliza's POV
After she left the hidden room, she followed her instincts once again. Looking for anything valuable.
The elf looked pretty zoned out for a while, she wondered if he was still mad at her somehow. She wasn't exactly making him feel appreciated, in fact she couldn't look him in the eye…
Her developing obsession with him was getting worse.
She wants to stare at him…
But that would be creepy…
So she tries not to stare at all…
Forcing herself to look away so she won't get locked in or tempted.
She wanted to get closer to him and hear his voice some more… but, she was terrified of herself… of her thoughts…
How far away were they from acts?
Can she stop herself from hurting someone?
She can think about it so easily, yet she wanted nothing to do with it…
Was she insane?
Would anyone believe her if she tried to explain?
She already tried but they played it off as if it was small or trivial…
Only she knew how bad it truly was…
Will anyone else ever know?
Was her will strong enough to keep from committing these horrible thoughts?
Was she truly alone in this?
She suddenly felt a lapse in time as her mind found its way back to reality.
Her hands were holding on to this locked book, that remained in her grasp as she stared at it blankly. Once she realized it's value was knowledge, she decided to take a closer look.
It could be opened by some kind of magic…
Could she wield It?
Magic isn't a tool. It wasn't something she could just pick up; it flowed within her and it danced around her. She just had to know where to reach for it…
She was starting to wish she brought Gale along…
However, Eliza could feel it, it was waiting for her to try.
Or someone?...
So, she tried to hold onto the feeling, connecting with it, and embracing its power. She imagined it as if she picked the lock with the traces of magic…
The book was engulfed in a bright glow from her magic.
Then something snaps, the lock and book flies open, to a loose page within it. The script was foreign to her and yet she could read it somehow, the pages inscribed with some form of magic. Eliza gave it enough attention to realize she was reading names…
They were important names…
She felt there was one among them that would know of her inquiry.
Turning to the cleric, she asked;
Eliza: "Are these the names of gods?"
The half-Elf looked at the bard with a smile, seeming to enjoy that she was approached for a topic like this.
The cleric takes a look at the book with her, as she confirms her suspicion.
Shadowheart: "Yes. All of them, in fact."
Eliza scans the page, her eyes falling on three names that were unreadable. She felt they had significance but they weren't legible.
This book silently recorded all of these names, nothing more. One name catches her eye, giving her a familiar feeling, but she doesn't understand why…
She had little use for the book, so she closed it, and returned it back to where she found it.
She continues her way forward exploring the ruins, following her instincts once again.
Once they got past the locked door - thanks to the rogue's talents.
They made it through the rest of the ruins, collecting any passing valuables, and finding traps. Luckily, all the traps were avoided. Since their leader was already prepared, and seemed quite knowledgeable of everything around her.
They walked around them or proceeded with caution after Eliza pointed them out.
Once they finished their exploration, and didn't set anything off in the process, she led them to the way out of the crypt. Then she is met with another locked door. Eliza then stepped out of the way as she let the rogue do his work. Which he did without question. He took a moment, with a click, the door opened.
They are met with the sun again as they leave the ruins. She stops to admire it all and takes a deep breath of fresh air. A sigh of relief escapes her lips.
Eliza hears another breath beside her, she looks over to see the elf with his head held high. Eyes closed and basking in the rays of the sun, it glistened off of him perfectly. The sight takes her breath away as she loses herself in the view of his warm smile. Finding it almost impossible to believe she was here to witness it…
To hear his breathing…
To stand right next to him…
To smell his scent…
The whiff of it floods her senses with bliss. Her heart skips in his presence.
How can someone be so… Beautiful…?
He must have felt her stare on him as he opened his eyes and began to look in her direction. Their eyes lock for a moment. Her heart beats loudly in her ears, making her turn away swiftly.
Trying her best to hide her burning face…
Astarion's POV
He was enjoying the feeling of the sun, but then felt a pair of eyes on him. One pair that he half - expected to stare in his direction.
He was right…
She gave that look again…
The one that he began to see more and more…
She gave it up for a moment… but it was gone in an instant.
Trying to ignore his frustration from the act, he got to thinking again…
Which he did a lot recently…
Eliza was hard to read…
He didn't understand her intentions or thoughts…
Why she did anything that she did…
She was strange…
Always finding a way to make him question his own sanity…
The bard is always moving straight ahead, like she knows where she is going, and finds something useful in the process.
It's like she knew where everything should be.
She knew whether someone was a friend or foe.
She didn't show any fear…
She was ready for anything…
He wished he could be like that…
But…
The only time she ever acted stranger than she already was… or showed any fear…
Was whenever it involved him… or her own thoughts…
Continuing to be a puzzle he can't seem to solve…
It gets more complicated the more he is around her.
Like she has all the pieces locked up tightly behind a door he can't lockpick.
But even she doesn't know what the key looks like to open it…
For someone with memory loss she seemed extremely useful…
Was she highly perceptive?
A mind reader or some psychic who can see the future?
Was her worm involved?
Can he develop these immense skills?
He can't know more until they talk…
Only she knew those answers…
Once they found the time, he planned on getting them…
She was on the move again, he kept his pace with hers to wherever she led them next.
Eliza's POV
The path was one they walked before, they found themselves on the beach they landed on. Instead of going through the same old path, she found a rocky climb up the slope. With a few hops and a bit of climbing, they make it to the top. Instead of treading a new area, she went back up on the hill. The voices she heard before continued their conversation as she walked up to them.
Gimblebock: " …You're both twice as tall as me but have half the backbone!"
Taman: "But we don't know what that thing even is! And what about the crypt?"
Gimblebock: "I'm telling you - it's a ship. And the crypt can wait! Mari and Barton have been trying to break on for days now. Now we -"
The gnome looks at the bard and her group approaching, his demeanor suddenly turns from annoyed to territorial. Holding his hand out to halt them from moving further. She only stops for a moment to let him speak.
Gimblebock: "Stop!... Got ourselves competition already! That's our ship!"
These people have little respect for the living or the dead. They only care about the coins in their pocket. They are close to drawing their weapons rather than hear excuses or explanations. The sickly feeling in her stomach that craved violence could finally be quenched without guilt or worry. So, without hesitation she gave them the fight they were craving.
She didn't say a word as she swiftly drew her hand crossbow. She aims it at them, shocked by the response they cover their heads before reaching for their weapons.
Then she aims up and fires, the sound of the arrow leaving the crossbow startled the gnome. The men then open their eyes and check themselves quickly, finding no injuries. Then the gnome looks back up at the bard, noticing her crossbow wasn't aiming at them.
With a hard laugh he began to reach for his weapon.
Gimblebock: "HAH! You missed! You're a terrible shot if you aim like that."
Eliza only smiled, the sinister look in her eye made them uneasy.
Eliza: "Oh… I hit my target… I wasn't aiming for you."
Grimblebock: "Huh?"
The gnome furrows his eyebrows in response, but then makes the decision to look up.
Before they had time to react a snap sounded and all he could see was the stone above them hurtling towards the ground.
He only had time to say;
Grimblebock: "Oh, Shi-"
With a loud smash and the sound of rubble demolishing the floor around them. The High half- elf squashed in a second as he went through the opening in the floor. The gnome's head was ripped clean off as his body dangled above the hole, blood profusely pouring from the neck into the casam.
The sight of red gave her indescribable relief. Suddenly she felt eyes in her and tuned to meet them.
Only for her senses to get lost in a void, a different color red took over. As she met with ruby eyes that stared at her with a newly found wonder and delight.
The bard's body craved the other shade of red as she turns to face it once more..
Astarion's POV
He couldn't believe his eyes… This was one unexpected surprise.
She didn't even hesitate to bring them down.
When he never expected her to start a battle…
And with such a bang!
They were down in one go!
The rogue didn't even notice what was dangling above them, until he watched where she aimed.
He witnessed the gruesome and horrible massacre in front of him in just one shot…
It was both impressive and delightful!
He looks at her with a new light, as he watches her closely trying to read her energy. She notices his gaze and only spares a moment to look at him. He sees traces of herself that he knew when their eyes meet. But then it goes away in an instant as her eyes return to the battle. Her eye twitching and her hand reaching for her other weapon.
She had a wicked smile and bloodthirsty look in her eye when she got like this, it was like she was a different leader.
Like something else was taking over.
She was full of happy surprises!
He drew his bow with a smile spreading widely on his face. His senses drowned in the smell of blood as it filled the air.
The more the battle commenced, the more blood he got to see and smell.
But for some reason…
None of them smelled nearly as delectable as hers…
However… There was a part of him that hated it.
Either that it all was going to waste as it hit the ground...
Or maybe it was the feeling he got when he saw her get hurt…
That made him uncomfortable...
Eliza's POV
She could only welcome his gaze for a moment, the parts of her that long to stay forever in his gaze slowly disappear.
She could feel as traces of herself suddenly fade into the darkest parts of her mind. Her entire being begging to return to the battle.
Once her attention returns to the fight, her vision turns red the more her eyes stare at the gore in front of her. Her heart races, her hands shake, and her head swirls with the thoughts that are always on her mind…few
Blood!
BLOOD!!!
MUST. HAVE. MORE. BLOOD!!!
Her body no longer feels uncomfortable, it feels soothed by the feelings that overwhelm her. Like she was embracing who she is…
Who she was made to be…
But not who she wants to be…
She fights to regain control once more. However, whatever had its grip, was compelling her to rip someone open…
Even threatening to turn her hands on the ones that stood behind her, if she couldn't get her hands on more enemies…
It was in control now.
And it wanted to keep it.
With her rapier in hand, she charges forward. Only to be stopped by an arrow in the shoulder that came from above. Acid then explodes from it, encasing her body in a burning sensation. The pain was just enough to bring her senses back as she fought to regain control once more.
The red fading from her vision as she tried to get out of the pile of acid.
But it still fought hard to regain control as well.
Her mind is in a constant battle as her companions take care of the rest. With the fly of arrows and one cast of sacred flame the last enemy falls. Eliza crumbles to her knees as her hands grip her head, her mind at war.
Back and forth, fighting for domination.
The moment she was in pain before, she gained the upper hand, and she was desperate to bring herself back…
So her hand grips the arrow, using it to dig further into her shoulder. The act brings her back little by little, her thirst for blood slowly fading from the loss of her own. Her body went back to its uncomfortable wave of sickly feelings, retaliating from her self harm. She could feel the anger from deep within, from the lack of respect she showed to her true nature…
Then, suddenly, a hand rests on hers. Pulling her back to reality as her hand gets taken away from the arrow. An angry voice came to her ears, with traces of worry coming from deep down…
Astarion: "What in the hells are you doing?! Did the acid scramble your brain? Quick - I need a healing potion - a spell! Anything!"
More hands came to comfort as their voices followed suit. The cleric's hand rests on her opposite shoulder.
Shadowheart: "Don't worry Eliza, I'm on it."
Lae'zel: "Remove the arrow first! Don't let her wounds heal around it."
The gith takes a swift yank of the arrow, pulling it out of her shoulder. It came easily since the wound was already shredded around it. Eliza hardly moves or responds as she stares at her blood blankly when it falls to the ground.
A wave of healing magic then surrounds her as it closes her wounds and takes away some of the burns on her body. She didn't say a word, and her vision became blurry. Before long, she felt warm tears stream down her face. Her body lies still as she rests on her knees and she stares at her hands that were drenched in her own blood. The tears drip and fall into her hands…
Astarion's POV
Suddenly, it wasn't fun anymore.
When he saw her on the ground, he didn't even think she would be doing anything like it when he came around to check on her. He thought she was seriously wounded from the sudden surge of her blood filling the air.
But instead… he found her like this…
There were no traces of fear… pain… or life of any sort…
Her eyes looked dead but she was still breathing…
As she intentionally dug the arrow deeper into her shoulder. Her blood stained the ground and her clothes, and yet she didn't bat an eye. It almost pierced through to the other side before he stopped her. Once his hand touched hers, in that moment was when the emotions finally became readable on her face.
The terror… The agony… The tears…
The look of pain on her face was deeper than her wounds… deeper than on the surface.
A look he had never seen on her face until now…
He knew that look all too well…
He was sure he made that face and has seen it more times than he could count…
But not to such a degree...
It never affected him like this either...
The look of despair…
Of one who was losing their hope…
That felt completely helpless…
Against something… evil…
A look he hated more than anything…
Especially on her…
More than he liked to admit…
He missed her smile…
The one that made him feel nice…
This…
He hated this…
He didn't know why he did it, but his hand moved before he could think not to. Surprising them both, as her eyes widen to look into his.
He couldn't help but like that just from a small act… it took all the pain away from her face…
Eliza's POV
(Moments ago)
She was lost… She felt so helpless…
She fought so hard to keep the inner demon at bay.
What if it happened again?
What if it was towards someone she cared about?
Would she be able to stop herself?
Or would it be too late by the time she hurt them?
…or worse…
Her heart sank at the thought…
Wondering if she was truly good… or if she was evil…
What is she?!
Who is she?!
Was she better off dead?
…
Before she took the life of someone who doesn't deserve it…
maybe she was…
…
Suddenly, she gets pulled from her morbid thoughts, as a hand lightly graces her cheek.
Wiping a stream of tears from her face. Her eyes widened as they met with his.
His touch was gentle and sweet.
It made her feel warm in her chest. Her breathing steadied, she didn't realize how much she was hyperventilating until her breath cooled under his touch. She could see he was confused by his own actions as he held a puzzling look on his face.
But his hand stayed for a short while, until she forgot why she was crying…
Getting lost in the way his touch made her shiver.
And how cute he looked when he was confused…
As quick as it came, his touch left her. The remaining shivers slowly fade, but her heart still races. Along with her red cheeks, as they began to heat up under his forming smile.
Astarion: "I find it odd how you always end up being the only one that gets hurt after a fight so far. The color red is starting to suit you."
She lowered her gaze, despite the way his words made her heart swell. Her dark thoughts took over once more, instead of happy she felt guilty. Eliza spoke truthfully as her words left her mindlessly.
Eliza: "I prefer it. I couldn't bear to watch any of you get hurt… I don't want to fail you… If anyone is to get hurt or die… I hope it will only be me… I deserve it more than most."
His smile disappeared.
Those words made him silent, he only stared at her with an expression unreadable to her.
Then the cleric spoke up, the irritation was clear in her voice.
Shadowheart: "Why would you say such a thing!? You can't possibly believe that, it's not true! Why would you think that!? You saved me, when you could have saved yourself. You freed a wizard from a stone prison, without hesitation. You rescued a Githyanki, who are trained killers. Risked your life to throw yourself in front of someone you hardly know, and think you deserve to die?! Are you crazy?! Why belittle yourself when you have done so much for us?! For complete strangers! We should protect ourselves! If we get hurt, that's on us, it should never be all on you! You trust us enough to risk your life; now trust us to not get ourselves killed. You have never failed us so far. You fight, even now - for our lives. You're the best leader we could ever ask for. If we die, we will fail you. Not the other way around."
Although the warrior words sounded harsh coming from her voice, she was rather straightforward as she spoke.
Lae'zel: "G'lyck… Unfortunately, I can agree with the cleric... You are rather strange, but you trust your judgment above anything else. You could have abandoned any of us, yet you fight for us. You turn your blade against foes that wish us harm. Taking any injuries without fear, to keep us from our own. All of which… is admirable but unnecessary. Although... my people have seen kindness and chivalry as weakness… That is not the truth when it comes to you… I have come to witness it as strength. You have done more for me than the strongest of kith'rak I've known. A determination and willpower to protect those who follow you, is not a quality many possess. However, you're foolish to believe you can sustain all these injuries without dying. You're not immortal. Soon there will be nothing left of you if you continue to make yourself a living shield… You can't lead us if you're dead."
Their words bring her immeasurable joy, the tears returned to her eyes as their words lifted her spirits. Her words leave her between sniffles and shaky breaths.
Eliza: "Your lives are precious to me… I may have only known you for a short time… However, I can't help but feel like I've known you forever… I trust you all with my life, that's why I can give it away so easily… But - your right - I can't protect anyone if I'm dead. I'll try to take better care of myself, I promise. As long as you guys promise to keep on living for me, even after I'm gone."
The cleric and gith respond without hesitation.
Shadowheart: "I for one, have a debt to repay and my own personal mission. So, I don't plan on dying just yet. You better not either."
Lae'zel: You don't need to protect me - never will. I'm not so easy to kill."
After all his time in silence, his voice finally shines through. His words seemed too pretty… too perfect… as if to hide his true thoughts.
Astarion: You can continue to protect me if you wish. I personally am grateful for your time and sacrifice."
Then his words came softly, they held a trace of something she couldn't quite detect in his voice. He got to his feet and his eyes stared to the ground as he spoke.
Astarion: "But… do avoid getting seriously wounded… or dying if you can… You are truly one of a kind… It would be useless to try to replace you."
He extended his hand out to her to help her off the ground.
His words impacted her the most and made her smile widely. Even though he sounded slightly annoyed, it was his way of thanking her and asking her to be more careful. His way of telling her he enjoyed her leadership as well without outright saying it.
With a nod she took his hand, shocking her with his electrifying touch. Making her world brighter as she got to her feet. The colors around her began to become more vibrant, the man in front of her practically glowed in the sun. Her eyes stared into his as she spoke.
Eliza: "Thank you… All of you… I won't stop protecting either of you - But - I'll definitely be more careful in the future. I got to stay alive in order to keep you safe, right?"
With a small wink and a smile, it made the Elf stare at her with curiosity. He remained silent as he looked deep into her eyes, as if to try and read her. Then a small smile forms on his face, causing her face to heat up once again.
She cleared her throat before she spoke. Her words were soft as she continued on the move for their next destination.
Eliza: "Now let's get going. There's not much daylight left, and we need more food for camp. I have a feeling they got quite the stash in their half of the crypt."
They followed without question, all with small smiles on their faces. The warrior's was a little more gruff around the edges but it was still there…
As she walked ahead, her mind dances with all these new thoughts…
She loved every moment she got to have with them… with him…
She couldn't be more grateful that they feel so strongly about her as a person.
They didn't see someone evil, they saw a good leader…
Which was more than what she thought she was. It brought her immense joy…
In a way, they couldn't fully understand why Eliza felt so strongly against it. They probably never will if she could tell them…
What she was experiencing is not exactly normal behavior…
But she was glad that even though she couldn't see herself as good…
They believed in her…
They believed that she could be more…
More than this evil thing inside her…
That and she should stop being so reckless when it comes to her own body. It's true she wasn't immortal and she could die like the rest of them.
But - she still struggled with her inner demon. It could bring more harm than good in the future….
She hoped that their faith in her wasn't a waste…
That she won't let them down…
Let him down…
However… If she ever felt like a threat to their lives…
No matter how desperately she wanted to live, and be there for them.
If the only way to keep them safe…
meant her own death…
She wouldn't hesitate to end this evil… along with herself…
Eliza was right about the stash. Once she tricked the guy guarding the door to the crypt, he opened it for them. Letting in the attack as they used their weapons against him to his surprise. They gathered all the food and cleared the rest of the crypt. Defeated all the enemies from within and collected any valuables nearby.
They head back to camp as the sun began to set on their path to the familiar bonfire and tents they had set up. They then split up, each going to their designated spots.
Eliza went to the camp chest to place all her items from the day within it. As she set down her heavy bag and organized the stash for the others to go through if they needed anything. She was then approached as a familiar voice began to welcome her arrival.
Gale: "Well, hello there. Looks like you have quite the haul… You also look like you've been through a lot today. Too bad you didn't have a wizard to aid you."
She gave a soft smile as she looked back at him to see his sour expression. She raised an eyebrow as she responded only with a question.
Eliza: "You were bored, weren't you?"
With an exasperated sigh he began to groan in his response.
Gale: "Uggghhh! By the gods - I've never been so bored! I caught up on all my reading… But I only had one book, so it was over within an hour or two… Practiced some magic… Held a very long conversation… with myself… and I twiddled my thumbs the majority of the day… Please for the love of all that is holy… Don't leave me here again tomorrow… I don't know if I can take the solitude for another day."
With a small giggle she gave him a smile and a nod as she spoke.
Eliza: "Hehehe… Okay, I promise, you can come with me tomorrow. Someone should watch the camp while we are gone, so I'll ask Shadowheart to stay behind instead."
With his hands placed together he bows with a sigh of relief, his words held with gratitude.
Gale: "Thank you! Finally, I'll be useful! The gesture is much appreciated, I cannot wait. I'll be counting the moments until the next sunrise. Come by my tent if you have need of me."
With a swift turn and a pep in his step, he strides back to his tent. The act made her giggle more to herself as she watched him walk away happily. She returns to her task until she is approached once more. A voice that didn't seem all too pleased after eavesdropping on the previous conversation.
Shadowheart: "So, I am your chosen guard dog for tomorrow. I thought you held more respect for me than that."
Eliza turns her gaze to her, taking a moment away from her task as she speaks nervously in response.
Eliza: "I-I do respect you! I just - I didn't - I was trying to-"
The cleric interrupted with a smile and a laugh as she gave her response in amusement.
Shadowheart: "Relax! I'm merely messing with you. I understand - you are trying to keep the peace. As a good leader should. Don't worry so much. I'll try not to set the camp ablaze while you're away… Just… promise you'll come back in one piece, alright?"
With a sigh of relief, she turns to give the cleric a bright smile.
Eliza: "I can promise you that the others will, I don't know about myself… Knowing me, I'll come back in two pieces or more."
With a roll of her eyes, the cleric put her hands on her hips and gave a small shake of her head.
Shadowheart: "After knowing you in such a short time - I can't help but feel that might be true. But truly… do be careful… You've rather grown on me… I'd hate to lose you after things just got interesting. Do stay out of trouble."
The bard's attention returns to her task as she hides her growing smile and gives her honest response.
Eliza: "I'll try my best, but trouble seems to like me for some reason."
She could hear the sincerity in the half-Elf as she spoke.
Shadowheart: "I don't doubt it… Make sure to take care of yourself first. Anyway, I won't lecture you further. You know where to find me."
Her footsteps fade away as she returns to her tent. Eliza finishes up as she shuts the chest and closes her bag. Her stomach began retaliating from her lack of substance. So, she grabbed some ingredients and left the rest to prepare the meal for tonight.
After all that happened today, she wanted to show them her gratitude. By preparing a decent meal for them all to enjoy…
She felt as if eyes were on her the entire time, but didn't bother to look. Out of fear that the eyes she would meet would take away her attention if it was who she thought it was…
Astarion's POV
He spent his free time lounging after a long day out in the field. Taking a moment to read a book he picked up on his travels. Only to find himself looking at his leader as she walked back and forth across the camp.
He couldn't help but watch her as she walked around the camp. She looked like a woman on a mission. Giving her all to find what she needed to make a meal. She held a look of determination as she grabbed what she needed and put it in one place. Gathering her items and preparing them by the fire. With a dagger slicing the ingredients into pieces as she grabbed herbs from her bag for flavor. She spent her time tirelessly in front of the flames.
He didn't know why he was so interested in what she was doing. It had nothing to do with him. But - as she stared at her long white and pink hair that flowed on her back, he thought of the moment they met… and every moment they interacted after…
When he first saw the back of her head, he was ready to take her life, if necessary.
He knew nothing about her, she was a threat for all he knew…
He pressed the blade against her throat, demanded for answers…
When in reality she knew even less than he did…
She was practically helpless at that moment… But only because she chose to be.
She revealed her neck to him, embracing the blade willingly. She was ready to die then and there...
It annoyed him at first, but it fascinated him all the same…
She chose his life above her own the moment they met… and has ever since… When she knew nothing about him…
It was only later on he discovered she wasn't so helpless after all…
She was a threat to whoever stood in her path that meant to harm them…
The view of the back of her head filled his mind as she jumped in front of a blade to defend him… Her might and power was untouchable in that moment… She could have used it at any point… even against him…
But she didn't.
Eliza used it to protect him.
Once again choosing his life above her own…
When he would have never done that for her…
The next view of her back was different from the rest…
While she rested on her knees and her hand drove the sharp tip of an arrow right through herself… After already suffering from previous injuries, she continued to harm herself without a thought or care of her own well being.
Even in that moment, she somehow wasn't thinking about herself either…
He didn't exactly know why she was doing it.
But he could see it…
In the dead look in her eyes that still haunt him.
The fear… but of what?… herself?…
What would drive her to such lengths?
What could drive her to self harm?
Then, he remembered something she said to him once before, this morning in fact.
"I have violent overwhelming desires that fill my head continuously… Constantly, craving blood and death…"
He could tell then that she spoke the truth, even when she continued with the following statement.
"They're not my thoughts. They want me to harm or kill the people that trust me… When I never want to. Maybe, I'm a curse…"
She meant her words…
He could tell she spoke the truth, he could see the lingering fear in her eyes.
Those words somehow set him off then, he didn't understand why, even now. He said things he normally wouldn't be so straightforward with.
But he meant them…
Maybe because he wished those words would have been said to him at any point in his life…
He knew the feeling she felt… Possibly more than anyone, but not in a long time….
A memory he long since pushed away until now…
He felt them in his first years of vampirism. He never minded using his hands to pick pockets or rob people blind. But the moment he hurt someone that trusted him…
His first kill…
The moment his hands were stained with blood as his hunger ached to lick it clean…
it stained his soul…
The killing got easier over time…
Eventually he got used to it… he had to…
Somehow he began to enjoy it… but he didn't remember when it started that way…
He could see it in her, the fear of staining her very soul… The fear of harming those that trust her.
Is that what she felt then?
Is that why she did those things to herself?
To stop herself… from herself… from the overwhelming dark nature that took hold of her…
He could see her hunger for blood… but not quite like his…
He got used to the sight of blood over the years, he knew how to hide his hunger well. Even when his clothes got stained in it.
Otherwise he suffered the consequences of his master's punishments if he were ever to even taste a drop… So, he had to ignore it, and he got rather good with it. As long as he fed on animals of course…
But he never felt his hunger at such a staggering level until the moment he had a whiff of her blood…
After so many times of seeing her blood or smelling it's delicious aroma. He thought he would get sick of it… but it only made him crave it even more.
It practically killed him yesterday. To hold her close to his body as her blood continued to leave her. Each drop was a complete agonizing waste.
And yet…
He completely ignored his painful hunger and his violent nature, but not out of fear from his master… He knew that if he would have caved, he would have killed her.
Something came over him…
to protect her…
to save her…
Even today… The smell of her blood was alluring… but he ignored it… the moment he saw the look on her face…
He wanted to take her pain away…
But… He could only take so much, eventually the bloodlust will become too hard to ignore… Her sickeningly sweet smelling blood will cause him to lose all thoughts or senses as he partakes in its call.
Then his nature would be revealed…
Would she be accepting of it?
She already didn't care about his past, enough to protect him with her life…
He still couldn't understand why though…
Her words from before still lingered in his mind…
"I prefer it. I couldn't bear to watch any of you get hurt… I don't want to fail you…"
A small smile traces his lips, he could see then that she meant every one of her words. But then his smile fades as the rest of those words echo in his mind… Causing a small ache in his chest…
"If anyone is to get hurt or die… I hope it will only be me… I deserve it more than most…"
She meant those words most of all…
When she spoke them, he wanted to scream at her…
He wanted her to take them back…
How could someone like her deserve to die?!
How could she mean that?!
When she was so… everything…
Everything he could never be…
Strong, brave, loyal, and unbelievably kind for no reason…
She just was…
He didn't deserve her protection…
He didn't deserve her loyalty…
He didn't even deserve her tender gaze…
But he was selfish…
He wanted it… all of it…
And she was so selfless…
Ready to sacrifice all of herself… for him…
When no one ever did before…
He would never do it either… not for anyone…
Only for himself… he was all he had for so long…
The only one who would look out for him… was himself.
He didn't know how to care for anyone else…
When no one cared for him…
Not like her…
She's… so… different…
From everyone….
She reminded him…
Of himself….
They were completely the opposite from each other… and yet… almost entirely the same…
What made her so different?
What was she thinking?
Why would she do these things for him?
What made her desire to protect a monster?
Would she still do it all if she knew who she was protecting?
He knew he could never truly deserve it… but that didn't stop him from wanting it…
Craving it…
Her presence was like a drug. He found himself dying to have more, after only having a taste of her kind nature…
A nature that fought so desperately against something else within her, something evil that wanted to destroy her completely.
A monster of her own…
Thinking of taste…
He could only imagine how her blood would taste like… Her smell alone wasn't nearly enough to understand its flavor…
He breathed in deeply imagining the smell once more, only for a whole new kick of something else to hit his nose instead.
He found himself back in reality as a fresh smell filled the air. One that if he wasn't a vampire and had a whiff of the solid food, his mouth would be watering …
And just as he thought it, he looked over to see the wizard walking over with his own mouth watering. Causing a smile to rest on his face from the dumb look the man gave...
Only for his smile to disappear after he heard:
Gale: "Mmmmaaaaa… by the gods - …you… smell divine…"
Other words were spoken but they were too low for him to hear…
With the words he did hear as they filled the night air his anger began to rise…
Slowly his attention was overcome by their conversation as he heard a pure joyful laugh.
He watched eyes wide as her shoulders bounced and heard her laugh fill the air.
What could possibly be so damn funny?...
After what he said, why would she laugh like that?!
The look on the stupid wizard's face set him off somehow…
His eyebrows furrow, his lips twist to a frown, and his voice groaned wordlessly in distaste…
Why did it bother him anyway?...
He tried to read, but once again he found himself completely forgetting how to read as he tried to eavesdrop on their conversation instead…
Eliza's POV
(Moments before)
Soon the pair of eyes that stared through the back of her head seemed to fade away. She decided to take a peek in that direction to find the Elf staring off into the distance. Not at her, but through her. Lost in his own little world…
She wondered what he was thinking…
Maybe he was still mad at her…
She brought herself back to the meal at hand…
She felt like it was missing something…
Potatoes: check
Carrots: check
Sausage: check
What was she missing?
…
Was it celery?
No…
She felt it needed something in a similar color green…
Then the sound of shuffling feet came from the darkness that now surrounded her. The only light coming from the flames.
She looked up to see Gale walking towards her…. looking like one of the undead!
His mouth was drooling and his eyes looked white…
She then realized he was very much alive…
His eyes were just in the back of his head. The wizard seemed highly motivated by the smell of the boiling pot above the flames…
Inhaling deeply…
His voice came through in a mumble from the deep exhale, and she could hear the desire in it.
Gale: "Mmmmaaaaa…. By the gods - what you got going smells divine…"
His eyes open to look at the bubbling food and then looks to her as he asks…
Gale: "Is that cabbage stew?"
That's what she was missing!
Since she was no longer confused and was free of her mental debates…
After re-imagining his reaction to the food, a laugh escapes her joyfully.
A genuine laugh she felt she needed…
It was nice to hear own laugh, she felt she hadn't heard it in a long time…
A laugh that made him stare at her wide eyed, his face looked confused but his cheeks flush with a hint of pink.
Once her happy spurt was over, she looked up at him with a smile as she spoke.
Eliza: "You just solved my dilemma, I was wondering what I needed. How did you know what it was?"
He waves his dismissively as he mumbles once again, this time seeming uncertain if he should mention it… So he spoke softly and not as confident…
Gale: "I-It's one of those things… It's easy to do; all you need is water and a sausage. Throw in some hard stuff until it gets soft, and you'll have something edible… I dabbled the craft a little myself… I had to since I lived alone…"
He paused for a moment to take in a whiff, with a loud sigh he mumbled once again.
Gale: "Although, yours smells way better than mine."
With a shrug she continues to stir the pot. Her voice was low as she felt a little melancholy since she couldn't finish the dish…
The one thing she didn't have was the cabbage…
Eliza: "Unfortunately, I didn't find what I needed… So I can't finish it… This… It's an art to me… It's actually not as hard as I originally thought. I didn't know if I could initially, but apparently I know how to. It became natural after I picked up the knife and used it… After such a long day, I figured you all earned something tasty… It was either this or leftover fish from the day before… and I'm not a fan of fish myself. So, I wouldn't know how to prepare or use it…"
Gale: "Really? Well, it does taste the best fresh. The moment it's wet. So, I understand why."
She looked back up at him with a blank stare with her reply…
Eliza: "It's not just the taste…"
Gale: "Not a fan of the bones, huh? Is it their faces? I have trouble devouring anything if it still has a face - you could try chopping it up."
She shook her head and shivered with disgust
Eliza: "I just… I can't describe this profound hatred I have against it… I just don't like the taste of it… or the idea of putting it in my mouth… Chopping it up is just a waste… "
She felt eyes on her again, and peeked over this time to see the elf gaping at her with a shocked look…
She wondered what she could have said to make him look like that, because before she knew it he was racing off into the woods with a grumpy look on his face.
What's wrong with him?
Did she do something wrong?
Astarion's POV
His face felt warm and his eyes were wide as he stared in their direction…
What he heard kept replaying in his mind…
Unfortunately with all the mumbling it was hard to hear them properly…
He was both horrified and perplexed by what he could make out from the conversation.
He struggled between emotions of utter surprise, anger, ... or fear…
Sometimes he could feel his breath quicken and his mind would race…
He got excited and appalled at the same time by what he ended up hearing without context…
What he heard after her laugh:
Her words were clear as her voice carried loud enough for him to hear…
Eliza: "You solved my dilemma, I was wondering what I needed. How did you know what it was?"
The wizard's voice began to mutter almost nervously… His words weren't all clear…
Gale: "I-It's one of those things… It's easy to do; all you need is… a sausage… some hard stuff until it gets soft, and you'll have something edible… I dabbled the craft a little myself… I had to since I lived alone…"
With a pause and a deep inhale, the wizards' smile and the sound of his was sickening to witness…
Gale: "Although, yours smells way better than mine."
The elf stares at the human with a deathly glare….
Her voice went low. It was difficult to make out everything she said…
Eliza: "Unfortunately, I didn't find what I needed… So I can't finish… It's an art to me… It's actually not as hard as I originally thought. I didn't know if I could… but apparently I know how... It became natural after I picked up the knife and used it… After such a long day, I figured you all earned something tasty… It was either this or… fish… and I'm not a fan of fish myself. So, I wouldn't know how to… use it…"
What?!
Why would she need a knife?!
Are they talking about… dirty things?!
Something tasty?!
Fish?!?!
What are they talking about?!
Use what?!?
The rogue could see the wizards lips move, he could hear them all this time…
From what he did hear, a small growl escapes him…
Gale: "Really? Well, it does taste the best fresh. The moment it's wet. So, I understand why."
Her face was expressionless but he could see the hate in her eyes…
Eliza: "It's not just the taste…"
The wizard's response only seems to horrify him after…
Gale: "Not a fan of the bones, huh? Is it their faces? I have trouble devouring anything if it still has a face - you could try chopping it up."
He… chop… Wh- ... Wha-
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!...
He tried to calm his mind… trying to not imagine what it is he could possibly be talking about…
He felt relief when he watched her shake her head in distaste…
But then her words broke his brain further…
Eliza: "I just… I can't describe this profound hatred I have against it… I just don't like the taste of it… or the idea of putting it in my mouth… Chopping it up is just a waste…"
He stared with his mouth hung open…
He couldn't comprehend what he just heard… He never would have guessed the conversation would be anything like that…
She didn't talk like that… she can't!…
He can't imagine her talking about something like that…
Not with the wizard!
It must be a mistake!
He had to have misheard… There were a lot more words that he didn't catch…
They couldn't have been talking about… that…
Were they?!
Why did this bother him anyway?!
He would normally love this type of talk…
But… it both terrified him and disturbed him…
His eyes met with hers, he caught himself quickly and looked away…
It felt hot all of a sudden…
He needed to go for a walk… to cool off…
a lot…
As he got to his feet and disappeared into the night… He heard their voices continue back and forth… Until he was met with silence… As much silence as the forest could bring…
He found himself walking further in, until he stopped in an open field. He tried to make himself comfortable as he laid down in the grass. Staring up into the sky as he continued to cope with everything he witnessed…
It didn't make sense… none of it did…
What else could they have been talking about?…
Then his thoughts get interrupted as he hears something move in the grass behind him. His upper half shot up as his eyes met with a familiar pair that looked surprised to see him.
Slowly his panic began to calm as he heard her soothing voice.
Eliza: "H-Hey… Were you not hungry? Everyone else is digging in… It's not a grand meal since it's missing some things… But - Gale says it smells and tastes great… You should go try some, get your strength back…"
Then it dawns on him… They were talking about the food…
He felt like a fool for getting so worked up over nothing…
Thank goodness she didn't know the real reason why he was out here…
He couldn't hardly form his words… but when they came…
They sounded harsher than they were.
Astarion: "I… I don't need your food…"
He laid back down in the grass keeping his eyes on the stars above…
Her voice sounded sad as she spoke once more…
Eliza: "Do… Do you hate me?"
He sprung back up out of the grass to look at her… and to his surprise…
He saw her looking to the ground as tears fell from her cheeks…
I'm sorry to anyone if I caused confusion, I've been going through and updating all the chapters and accidentally had them all out of order. But I fixed it, and there is way more content than before. I hope y'all enjoy.
Until next time, my lovelies!