19 - sea change?
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He asked her once, early in their days travelling together, if the sea changes as the land does. If nature has seasons beneath the waves as it does under canopy and shifting skies.
"The sea has no season, only chaos, and change comes to those who answer her call."
Change. Such a simple word for the corruption of some of her people, the twisting of their bodies into something fearsome and monstrous. A cautionary tale to be spoken of only in hushed tones by a fire, windows and doors closed to the howling gales outside.
He's heard the stories, anyone passing through Baldur's Gate has, he's watched the colour drain from many a sailor's face when they speak of the horrors of the deep, impossibly large shadows ripping through ship and person alike, lightning flashing off scales and bone snapping under tooth and claw.
It's a similar violence Levi wields in battle, as quick to draw blood as she is to hurl a spell, a storm unleashed with no care for those caught in its path and it leaves her shaken, sometimes, unsteady as a newborn fawn. Quiet and distant as the death she leaves in her wake.
Halsin does what he can in the aftermath, gathers her into his arms when they rest at camp, tucks her head under his chin and strokes his fingers up and down the length of her spine, ignoring the bunch and release of muscles longing to heed the call, return home, never to be seen again. He winds tendrils of faint green magic around her, coaxing it to seep into her skin and soothe her hurts, anchor her bones.
And when she pulls free of him those nights, hands on his shoulders to lever herself up, he meets that stare gone too dark and dangerous. When she kisses him with lips gone inexplicably cold he doesn't flinch or draw back, threads her hair around his fingers instead and licks into her mouth to sample the sharp sting of her teeth.
She is wild as all seaborn creatures are, destined to leave one day and never return, but until then...
"Stay," his request, and her answer the slide of her body into the space at his side, tucking in close and pressing her hand to his chest, her palm over his heartbeat.
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this is probably the most nsft post i've made, but i can imagine gale having god-like stamina. man was sleeping with a goddess for HOW LONG? he's gotta be fucking good at it to keep her attention as long as he did.
just imagining the first time him and morgan are properly alone at gale's tower... you'd think the aasimar paladin with 18 str and 16 con would be able to keep up with the 8 str wizard, but man oh man does morgan not know what he's getting himself into. hours later and morgan's sobbing, his mind and body putty in gale's hands, and gale's barely broken a sweat. he's still a gentleman about it though, always making sure morgan is alright, and despite how tired and wrung out he is he keeps begging gale to keep going.
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