A House, A Home (f!Dark Urge X Gortash)

A House, A Home (f!Dark Urge x Gortash)

After returning from the House of Hope, Ta'av, the Dark Urge, seeks out Enver Gortash to tell him what she learned and lets him draw her back into the mystery of their shared past. (Rating: Explicit. Chapters: 3/3; Total word count: 21k.)

series: Part 5 of sex and violence, one is just the other | art by Walker

She wondered how many times she had walked there, wherever it was. A house, most likely, and she had thought an important Lord would reside in the Upper City, but her instincts steered her away from those gates. When she entered the Bloomridge neighborhood, she felt the same kind of familiarity that she experienced throughout the city: she knew all of Baldur’s Gate, but only in the way one knows something in a dream. She felt in her heart that the city was home, even while the specifics of streets and buildings and parks always looked different than she expected. But when she finally stood in front of the townhouse, its address matching the note in her hand, she felt it with complete clarity. Home.

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He lifts a brow, curiosity begging to be indulged. Can he trust her? Her bounties say otherwise. But, emotions are a hell of a blindside when it comes to someone he once cared for. Cheekily, he taps twice at his fang. “And what’s my reward if I decide to engage?” World is in slow motion when her head pivots, craning her neck to regard him directly. Wintery blue eyes and sun-kissed freckles dabbled across her delicate rosy upper cheeks, welcome him from underneath her hat. She’s aged a bit, couple more smile lines added. Her weight gain has filled out her curves in a way that dampens his mouth.  Hells, how is she still so lovely? “I think you know what your reward is,” she simpers, tugging her scarf down to show him the surface level cut she made on the side of her neck.  Nostrils flare, transfixed by the coagulated droplets along the cut’s seam. “After this, we need to talk,” Astarion fans out shakily, somewhat keeping his composure. Bonnie blows him a kiss. “Don’t worry, I won’t slip away—not yet anyways.”  Least she’s being honest.

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