Hello there, I just wanted to start off by saying how much I adore your works!
Would I be able to request the companions reacting to a drow reader who is surprisingly kind and gentle but is still treated with distrust by people? I always found it odd how none of the companions reacted to Tav being treated poorly due to being a drow, especially considering how out of there way they go for others!
Thank you so much!
A/N - I know it would probably be wayyyyy too much game data to include tons of class and race specific lines, but this one I really feel like they should’ve gone into! If anyone reads this and has free time, do some research into drow and especially driders. It’s all a fascinating world
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Wyll -
~ Wyll was suspicious of you in the beginning, as much as he hated to admit.
~ It changed when he heard how you went out of your way to save a little tiefling boy from a gaggle of harpies
~ After that, he paid a lot of attention with how different you were to the drows he had heard of
~ He asked casual questions about your background, not so subtly trying to figure you out
~ The longer he knew you, the more he took issue when people would lump you in with the drow stereotype
~ Instead of confronting people, he filled every conversation when meeting someone knew with little tales and jokes about how great you are. How the group would fall apart without your kindness in direction
~ “I wish the world would see you the way that I do.”
Karlach -
~ Karlach was one of the most non-judgmental people you knew. To the point that she was one of the first people to treat you no different to anyone else
~ It also took her a bit to see the difference in how others treated you
~ She couldn’t quite wrap her head around why people treated you like you were shifty, all she knew was sunshine and rainbows when you were around
~ It took you crying for the first time to really heat Karlach up
~ It had been a long day and a shopkeeper refused to sell you any healing potions. He thought you were going to poison them and resell them
~ All the stress of the day caught up with you as the shopkeeper yelled, tears stating to run down your face
~ Karlach ran red hot, flames jumping from her body as she got all up in the storekeepers face
~ You were able to leave with an armful of free health potions, a very warm kiss on your forehead, and a very smiley Karlach herding you back to camp
~ “Anyone ever talks to you like that again, you just come tell Mumma K”
Astarion -
~ Astarion actually had the nerve to be disappointed when he realized how sweet you were
~ Everyone in camp seemed to have such high moral standards, he was hopeful at least you would lean more towards debochary
~ The annoyance didn’t last long though, it was hard to have a frown when you were near by
~ He might’ve acted exasperated by you bringing home a new less fortunate every night, but he was all grins when you weren’t looking
~ It gave him some hope, seeing you break away what everyone thought you were
~ You had people from all angles acting like you were one step away from pillaging their home, but you never offered anything but kindness.
~ “You make me feel like I can be a good person, too.”
Lae’zel -
~ Lae’zel didn’t see much point in being overly kind, so you mostly just confused her in the beginning
~ She couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t just go along with the stereotypes. It would probably be easier in the long run
~ What she couldn’t understand even more, though, is why she felt anger every time someone spoke down to you
~ Often times, she’d have quite the strong words for whoever was insulting you
~ The days she were also the nights she spent trying to convince you to act meaner
~ She was convinced it was the only way you could make it through the journey without being attacked from every side
~ You simply shook your head and told her you’d always choose the gentle path
~ “Chhk. Fine. I will be mean enough for the both of us.”
Halsin -
~ Halsin was much too old to believe in most stereotypes. But even you surprised him
~ He often watched you in the evenings, watched how you interacted with the various critters you brought home
~ You were so gentle and attentive, you didn’t even know ‘Speak Animals’ but you understood them completely
~ It warmed his heart to see how nature and all it’s charges reacted to you, it genuinely seemed that even the birds were attracted to your presence
~ He couldn’t even take people seriously when they spoke down to you
~ Their opinions were meaningless to him because he just couldn’t imagine you being anything other than lovely
~ Instead of arguing, he’d shower you in compliments afterwards, always making sure to patch up any piece of your insecurity that they had left
~ “They may not know it, but I and nature can see what a blessing you are to the world.”
Shadowheart -
~ Shadowheart was annoyed with how quickly she came to love and trust you
~ Something about your smiles and attitude were absolutely infectious, and she wondered how you kept it up when everyone thought you to be evil
~ She was even more impressed with how you brushed off naysayers comments
~ She’d tease you pretty often, she was the one who started calling you “The Gentle Drow”
~ As much as she affectionately tease you, she absolutely hated when people tried teasing you back
~ Even if it was good natured, or even coming from a companion, the tease was met with a very harsh glare from Shadowheart
~ She would outright shush people you didn’t know if they tried to insult you. Usually people dropped their jaw at the interaction
~ “Speak ill of my friend again, and I’ll relieve you of the use of your tongue.”
Gale -
~ Gale was absolutely fascinated with you
~ He didn’t really have an expectation of you being horrible, but he found it interesting that ‘The Hero of Farun’ was such a gentle and shy clutz
~ He often spoke to you as if he was talking to a science project, trying to get to the bottom of what made you so kind
~ He was thankful you were, it reminded him about how much people could decide for themselves
~ It surprised him when people insulted you, he was mostly shocked people had the gall to say things to your face
~ He was even more taken aback when, every time, you let the comments go, offering only kindness in return
~ Gale quite enjoyed walking around in public with you, almost cataloging how you interacted with people
~ Anytime you looked particularly weary from the constant abuse, he never failed to offer a joke
~ Once, a kid ran past, pointing at you and yelling that you were here to pillage the town
~ Gale simply picked up the edge of your scarf and put on a stoic face
~ “Not to worry, citizen. My drow is on a tight leash.”
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[Admin!Danny: I felt compelled to make own little angst to rip out hearts after listening to Ruki’s Daylight. I just wish I could also make a cool voiced audio for it :’) I tried to write it in a “translation” format of dialovers-translations (because I like it a lot and it’s easy to follow) but kept it with a bit of narrative as well due to the lack of sound. Also, note that I made yet another cover for this post, so that it fits the story better〜 I started losing a bit of inspiration near the end, but I hope y’all enjoy!]
𝟷: ᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ
(My body deteriorates faster than anyone could have expected. My mobility has become limited with each passing month, and I’ve slowly lost the desire to run around just as I used to. There are black marks—almost like bruises—scattered all over my torso and limbs. I use longer clothing to avoid worrying them further, but it seems like they’ve very clearly seen through my attempts at masking the imperfections on my skin.)
(Uncle Carla taught me how to deal with the pain and any contractions of magic. Though he has been ill longer than I, he is in an almost flawless conditions externally, while I have turned into a sickened mess, covered in bruises and thinning from my occasional lack of appetite. I assume Uncle believes the miserable state I was left in was his fault; there is always a hint of regret every time he sees the nephew that always made a ruckus in the castle struggle to so much as walk.)
(Though I worry more… how they are dealing with having me one step away from my grave…)
「 Flashback 」
“Get back! Your Endzeit just flared up, didn’t it!? Uncle—!”
Carla’s blood drips off the blade on the assailant’s hand and everyone around takes a step back.
(Is that uncle’s—!?)
The man launches for Mystic but he steps back.
“Shit! Back! Everyone get back!”
You emerge at the commotion and he turns his attention to you.
“You—!? Go back! What is wrong with you!? When you hear commotion in the palace, you don’t rush in, you hide, idiot! Momma take them—”
Stopping in the middle of his sentence, he suddenly throws back a spell and a loud explosion follows.
“Tsk… that’s right! You’re here for me, right!? How about you actually chase after your target and not their entire family you pathetic excuse of a gunman! Come on! Show me what you’re made of, then maybe I’ll let you take my head back to your boss!”
Spell after spell make the room rumble and flash in bright blazes of sanguine. Blood splashes all through the floor and the assailant seems close to collapsing from the mere agony of his despair.
“Terrible! You’re even making me feel bad for beating you like this! Wait, no. That’s not right. Didn’t you just draw my uncle’s blood? I should rip that hand off and then the other to make sure you never dare raise a hand against my family!”
Mystic launches for a killing blow. The prowler swings the tainted blade in an attempt to draw him back. The Founder is speedy enough to evade the attack, knocking the weapon out of the other party’s hand. He locks an arm their neck and yanks back with enough strength to flip them over and slam their face right against the tiles, where they go unmovable. Mystic stands.
“Huff… shit. What a pain in the ass! Man, fuck you. I was havin’ such a peaceful night for once and ya came to screw it over for me!”
He snaps around to look at you and quickly rushes over to your side, ranting.
“And you—”
You flinch. He stops, standing before you.
“Haah… never mind. Just don’t come running without knowing what’s going on. You’ll get killed one of these days! If not by them, then by me!”
You apologize.
“Do—don’t ‘sorry’ me with that tone. You’re making me feel bad…”
You apologize once more.
“What did I just—!?”
Footsteps rapidly approach. You shriek for him to watch out. Chhk!
“Agh!”
Mystic kicks back the assailant that finally falls flat on their face and doesn’t get up again. He doubles over, clutching the bleeding wound at his abdomen; his face draining from any color from shear horror.
(This is…)
「 Flashback End 」
𝟸: ɪɴғᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ
Rustling. You rush over to the bed upon hearing Mystic shuffling about and plop down at the edge of the mattress.
“Ugh… huff. Hah… what’s with that sad face, baby? Wakin’ up to you frowning first thing in the morning is scary, ya know?”
You ask how he is feeling.
“I’ve had greater days, I guess. Definitely doing better than yesterday, though. I never would’ve imagined an obstruction of magic would be so painful. I thought I was getting ripped apart…”
You tell him he passed out due to the pain.
“Well, yeah, no shit. Ain’t nobody caught me on my way down, right? All of my body’s sore.”
You admit you tried to catch him, but it had happened too suddenly to react on time.
“Pff… fufufu. Well, I suppose that’s alright. I’m aware you’re just a tiny, feeble human compared to me〜”
There is silence for a moment, then you mutter something about his height as well.
“Excuse you—!”
You quickly change the theme and reach out to cup the side of his face in your hand.
“‘There another one?’ You mean another mark appeared? Well, no wonder I feel like shit. ‘Can’t even have a decent night sleep anymore.”
You grimace a bit.
“Now, don’t make that face, could you? It’s been almost two years since then, and look at me, I could honestly be doing worse. At least I can still talk and walk around like my uncle! Well… except for these last two weeks, of course. But don’t worry, that was just a minor problem. You’ll see everything’ll be just fine tomorrow.”
He reaches out to take your hand and lightly tugs you closer. Just grabbing this way has him trembling with effort so you quickly scoot over
“I’ll admit that having you around all throughout has given me a bit of hope. If you’re standing before me, healthy and unharmed, then what can’t I fight? I’m a First Blood, for cursed’s sake!”
(There is no cure for the Endzeit. Nobody has found it, nobody seems remotely close to doing so. Kazuha has beat her head against the desk nonstop to find something that would at least reduce its effects on the body, but no dice.)
There is a distant crash outside of the room, followed by muffled arguing and cursing.
“Hah. They’re at it again, huh? What was it this time? Did Aunty blow a section of the castle off or are they at each other’s throats again?”
You respond with the ladder.
“‘Thought so. I’m sure momma’s been going mad. I’m actually surprised she hasn’t gone in a rampage this time around. When my grandfather used to do much as raise his voice at me, she’d go off. It was scary at the time, but now I just find it funny to remember that old bastard’s face going pale from having someone so much younger and shorter—his own daughter—snap at him like that.”
“I can’t even imagine what the thought that her own son is infected with the Endzeit is doing to her stability. Has she gotten in any fights with my uncle?”
You shake your head.
“That’s nice to hear. At least she doesn’t blame him. I’m sure Uncle’s having a hard enough time all on his own.”
You ask if he doesn’t blame Carla for what has happened.
“‘Blame Carla’? No. Not really. It was me who didn’t react in time. Everyone else was doing their best to keep from being infected, but here I am. The only idiot that didn’t think to back away. None of them could’ve protected me. It’s nature, I suppose. The weakest never makes. Why do you think my uncle has been in such a pristine state despite having been infected for such a long time?”
You frown and argue he isn’t weak.
“Why, you flatter me, baby. But as the humble man that I am, I must admit that next to big guys like Carla Tsukinami and KarlHeinz, I’m but a flea.”
He leans closer to you and wraps his arms around you. He plants a kiss on the crook of your neck.
“Mn… Even if I am ever to perish from this retched world, then at least I get to bring my memories of you to my grave. Your scent, your cries, your tears—even the taste of your blood. They will make me company in the abyss I am to lay for the rest of eternity.”
You tell him not to say things like that.
“Yeah, you’re right… I’ve been outta my mind as of late.”
He backs away.
“. . . Now, don’t look at me like that. Won’t you show a smile? For as much as I love it when you scold me, you look so much better when you smile. So… please?”
Finding him childish, you smile.
“Yay〜 You see, it’s much better. Besides, frowning will give you wrinkles. You ain’t got skin as perfect as mine, you know?”
As a way to joke, you lightly shove him back.
“——Ow, ow, ow!”
You panic, remembering he’s in a bad state.
“. . . Pff—hahaha! You fell for it! Hahaha! Oh, you’re still as naive as ever, baby. You’ve got to stop being fooled by small tricks like that. Who’s gonna stop ya from running into sticky situations when I’m gone?”
You puff out your cheeks and turn to leave. He reaches for your hand and pulls you back.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I was kidding! Don’t leave, I just woke up. Keep me company… pretty please?”
You glare at him.
“——You either stop glaring at me and cuddle me or I’m ripping off your clothes and having my way with you〜”
You immediately jump up to hug him. Rustle.
“Woah—ehh? Oh, c’mon, you’re so boring! I thought we could have some fun for once. You know how difficult it is to have some peaceful just the two of us these days? Mean…”
Mystic tightens his hold around you, whispering right by your ear.
“Haah… ‘don’t really think I can really keep my promise. You’re givin’ off that sweet smell again…”
“Hmm? ‘It’s fine’? Are you really going to give in that easily? That’s new. ‘Not complaining, of course…”
He leaned over you, settling between your legs.
“Perhaps you’re taking pity on me? I might look that miserable to you right now…”
“Well… I suppose there’s no helping that. I am heading to an early tomb. Whatever—let’s not ruin the mood now.”
He loosens your collar and leans closer. You ask if he’s feeling okay.
“If I’m okay? Hah… do I look that out of it?”
You push the issue.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. You’re just that gorgeous, it seems. I might just be lost in your eyes〜”
You frown.
“. . . You’re really startin’ to annoy me, you know? I think I’ve told you a thousand times already, but the one thing I hate the most is when others think… too little of me. Only I get to belittle myself. A human like you is gonna take pity on me? Do you really think that’s gonna make it any better?”
He grips your face and pins you down.
“Fine… let’s see how far this pity of yours for me goes…”
𝟹: sʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇss ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Mystic leans down and bites harshly.
“Mn… mm-hm… mn—haah… fu, you’re crying already? Did it hurt? Oh, too bad. I thought you’re surely gotten used to it by now.”
You complain.
“I’m being mean? Now that’s just not fair. It’s an eye for an eye. You’re very familiar with how we deal with thins in this household, right? You’ve lived within its walls for years now.”
He runs his tongue over the bite mark and sighs.
“But I also like returning the favor tenfold. Yeah… that’ll be your punishment for messing up my mood.”
Mystic bites again. Relishing in the sweet nectar of your veins, he hums and moans blissfully. He further closes up the distance between the two of you and is now dangerously settled between your legs.
“Mmm… ah, haah. Hm, it’s sweeter than normal. Am I going insane from this illness or are you enjoying hearing me scold you?”
You refuse to answer.
“Not talking? Okay, there are tons of other ways for me to find out—”
He grips the bottom edge of your shirt and yanks up.
“—why don’t I test them?”
“. . . No, I’m not ripping your clothes apart. Do you have any idea how expensive they are lately? Why the hell would you even ask that? …You—don’t tell me you want me to rip your clothes apart?”
Frantic head shaking.
“Fufufu… okay, I won’t then. What’re ya gettin’ all nervous for? Even though I’ve treating you so nicely these days…”
“I suppose I can guess why you’d be scared, though. But doesn’t that make it feel better? Being passed around by Vampires in the past—I’m sure you’ve got a taste of it. I know I have…”
He leans closer.
“Now… why don’t we get this shit-show started?”
𝟺: ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪᴛ
You make your way to Mystic’s bedroom, when there is a sudden struggle inside.
“Fuck! Fuck! W—why!? Why won’t it work!? It’s such a simple spell!”
There’s a crash, follow by Mystic’s complaints and cursing, so you hurry inside.
“Huh—!? You… what are you doing here? Why right now? Weren’t you supposed to be helping my mother with dinner?”
You tell him she sent you to call him to eat.
“Oh… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
You ask if he’s okay.
“. . . If I’m okay? If I’m okay!? I haven’t been able to ride around on my motorcycle, or run out to get errands done, or do my job, or even get out of this goddamn room on my own in months! Does it seem like I’m okay!?”
He smacks a candle off the desk.
“I thought I was useless before—but now I can’t even fucking cast a simple spell! Am I really going to die being a waste of space!? That’s not how I wanted to go! At all. Damn this sickness and damn this fucking body. So weak and useless, and that only brought me nothing but trouble!”
Mystic raged, slamming both hands into a nearby desk. He wood splinters as if it were to snap, but doesn’t visibly budge in the slightest.
“. . . You see? This was supposed to snap in half in a second. Am… am I loosing my magic? It feels exactly the same as when I’m injured… but that’s not it at all.”
“Uncle said I’d start feeling devoid of any sensation, and then that my strength would diminish… before my body finally succumbs to the Endzeit.”
You walk up to him and hug him from behind.
“Don’t feel bad for me… please. That’s just gonna make me feel worse…”
“Get it through that thick skull of yours!”
He snaps around and grips your arms.
“I’m about to die! My body is crumbling with each passing day and there’s not gonna be anything left of me afterwards! Ha… hahaha… And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it…”
He suddenly embraces you and chokes up.
“What am I supposed to do? I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave my family and my friends yet. I don’t want to leave you. What if something happens when I’m gone? I won’t be able to run errands for Kazuha, run around with my Familiars, dine with my family… or see you again.”
“I’m scared…”
𝟻: ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ
You rattle the doorknob as the bangs on the wall become much violent by the passing seconds.
“Aahhh—!! It hurts, it hurts——! Somebody help me!!”
Mystic’s desperate screams are muffled through the door. You ram your body against the door in attempt to open it, but it seems to be locked. You slam a hand on the door repeatedly, calling out for Mystic to open the door.
“Aghhh!! Help me! Please, help me!”
You try to open the door, but it’s not budging. There’s a loud crash, like a window has been broken.
“Ahhh!! Ugh—!? Haah!”
Without knowing what to do, you rush away, screaming for anyone that could help. You rouse the rest of the Tsukinami, who had already heard the commotion and all of you rush back towards Mystic’s bedroom. Kazuha is the first one to arrive and simply swings her hands up, bursting the lock and throwing the door open.
“. . . !? Ka——ugh! Ahh!”
You hurry over to his side and try to calm him down, but he continues to thrash around.
“M—my chest… it’s feel it’s burning up…! And my head…—it hurts!”
You realize the blood oozing through his shirt and alert the rest of the family, who back away. Carla is the only one that remains close.
“Do—don’t… agh! Why…?”
Black bruises appear down his arms and up his neck, almost up to his jaw. Mystic stares down at the state of his body in absolute horror. He looked like he wanted to cry and scream. You hurry to divert his attention from it by cupping his face in your hands, but he jerks away.
“Get out! All of you, please get out!”
You refuse to get away, so the rest of the family drags you out and shut the door behind you. Mystic continues to struggle and you bang on the door o try to get back inside.
“Stop… stop it.”
Mystic’s voice is nearer. He is against the other side of the door, breathing heavily but still loud enough for you to hear him.
“Don’t… please, calm down. I’m… I’ll be okay.”
“Listen… everything—ugh, kuh—…will be fine.”
He sounds as though he is smiling, but weaken beyond help.
“You can… always go back to the Sakamaki mansion… hahaha. I’m not sure if you’d like that, though. Haah… please, just… don’t cry, okay?”
“Agh… haah.”
“Ma, dad, aunty… I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble these last few years. And… uncle… thanks for trying to help…”
There is silence for a moment and you lightly knock on the door once more.
“Kaz… I hope I can entrust them to you. Please… take them away.”
Kazuha grabs you and forces you up when you refuse to comply.
“I’m sorry, baby… I really wish I could’ve stayed by your side… a bit longer…”
“Be well… okay?”
You thrash about as Kazuha begins walking away from Mystic’s bedroom, shouting for him. The rest of the Tsukinami stand in place, speaking with Mystic about something through the door, low enough for you not to hear.
𝟼: ᴇɴᴠᴏɪ
(Immortals are meant to go through life as such—to live forever, whether it is with the pleasure of of the world, or with the guiltiest of consciousness that will perhaps haunt them for as long as they are meant to pace this retched world. Of course, it wouldn’t be a just world if they were made to be indestructible.)
(Whatever sins I may have committed or pain I have caused… well, punishment awaited me without fault. Karma, I believe it is called. Because I was no saint, and I know it. A creature that seeks the blood of another cannot have the face to claw at life when it is taken away from him, after all. Even if that were the case, who am I to shift the course of fate? I was never even meant to be born, regardless. The universe was going to take me out no matter how much I tried to run and fight it off.)
(Though my only concern, as my body disintegrates into the old tiles of my bedroom’s floor, is how they will live on from now. I’m sure they will be fine. My family will take care of them… hopefully. All I hope for… is for them to be happy. Even if I can’t be the reason for it… their smile has always been very beautiful.)
Mystic leans back against the wall and slumps down on the ground.
“. . . Haah…”
“Death… so calm, ain’t it…?”
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