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Just a short claw-length away, another hermit crab stares back at him. A male. His pheromones drift on the current.
This one is smaller and slimmer, shell so pale it almost seems carved from moonlight. With a body that's translucently white, the faint workings beneath his shell are just barely visible. A pump of blood rushing fast and erratic. Red eyes gleam at Gale, wide and startled.
Along the back of this pale one's carapace runs a thin, healed crack, discolored and jagged like an old fault line in stone. It tells a story of pain, when safety could not be found, when something vast must have crushed down upon this poor crab and ignored his shell.
Or what passes for a shell. Because this hermit crab seems to be in a similar predicament to Gale.
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Hermit Crab Bloodweave AU.
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05 Feb 2026
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“Well I could help you with all those annoying, grasping patriars you know. If you begged me prettily enough.”
“Astarion not five minutes ago you were telling me of your devious schemes to destroy me, and now you’re offering to be my, what? Personal social coordinator?”
“Oh Wyll, these little chats wouldn’t be any fun at all if I couldn’t keep you guessing."
Wyll Ravengard has a patriar problem; or, Astarion gets a new job, of a sort, and certainly doesn't make any mistakes at all.