Good Morning, Little Death... :3

Just in case you were wondering what Aegis was attracted to, I present to you: The necromancer at his most happy/stable, from Ae's POV

I blame artastrophe for this, she's the one who made me think I might be able to paint!

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Xzar, from one of the few Xzar x Charname Romances in all of the Baldur's Gate Fandom: Aegis of Candlekeep. (He gets a little saner. A little. I think he still tried to attack someone to remove their 'rabbit cysts' awhile ago, and only just recently stopped asking if he could have permission to eat Jaheira )
And yes, I do know what 'Little Death' is a euphemism for

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When Aegis woke up, it was with a wince. She could still see strange and horrible shapes moving at the edges of her vision, and the nightmare was blazing hot in her skull.

YOU WILL LEARN!

Damn straight, I'll learn. I'm an Oghmite. Aegis heaved a great yawn and then she smiled and looked down to the necromancer who was huddled up against her chest and partially crushed beneath her shoulder. All that could be seen of his face was tousled hair and the harlequin grin.

She contemplated him for a moment, lifting up a hand to stroke along his back. His spine was bony, and her fingers counted gently down the vertebrae. Smiling, she lifted up a handful of his hair, and then lowered her chin and kissed him adoringly on the crown of the head. Her other hand continued to trace languidly up and down his spine.

A few moments later, Xzar woke up with a shudder. He took in a deep breath, and his fingers drifted gently along her waist. Then he lifted his head, and green eyes focused upon her face.

"Morning, death wizard," she greeted him. "Sometimes I wondered how you manage to breathe in some of the locations you pick to fall asleep in."

"It's not so hard," he assured her. "Lungs do not have to expand fully in order to function; and then your mammaries are not so uncomfortable as you seem to imagine."

That got a laugh out of her. "Well it's good to know they have some function," she decided.

"Technically speaking, my sources say they are for feeding offspring," the necromancer confided in her.

"Oh is that so?" she teased, but then her face got a far-off look. "Something else normal I don't get to have."

Xzar perked up, his eyes widening in alarm. "The Little Death finds herself wanting children?" he wondered.

"At thirty or thirty-five? Would have been nice."

"Oh dear," Xzar murmured, because there was a problem with this and they both knew it.

Aegis shrugged as if it meant nothing to her. "You say I'm half human; well, what do you get when you cross a horse and a donkey?"

"Well... that's not exactly a fair comparison; half-elves are fertile; half-dragons are fertile; and you were conceived by a god, so details like that tend not to-"

"A death god."

Xzar scowled. "Foolish; Leaf-Brained; Ridiculous; Death created life: you!" the necromancer chastised her sternly. "Wash your head of these inevitabilities! Wash it, I say! Why, I bet you don't know: they make potions for women with poor fertility. And I suspect that if you took such a draught, it will surmount whatever small deficiency you have been born with. I say you will be able to have children, and that for now your low fertility is but an unexpected boon. And I'm the expert; so there."

Aegis wasn't so sure, but she took a moment to consider her lover's reassurances. Then she turned a sly expression onto him, and propped her head up on her hand. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really," he said warily, his eyes lowering to half mast. "And what is that face for?"

"Well now I can't help but wonder: Would you like to have children?"

"What, just any children by any means? No. Clarify for this frazzled wizard: you are asking if I would be happy to assist you in us having children in a distant and safer future?"

"Precisely."

"Hmm..." he mused deep in his chest. "It depends. Will they be strange half-ranger/half-necromancers that spit in the face of anything even remotely resembling sensible cosmic order, with strange tendencies to haul people off their feet like sacks of vegetables?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well they could be. Or they could all turn out blatantly cliche evil wizards and paladins, and leave us without a clue how to handle them," Aegis responded dryly.

"Tch! No: unacceptable. They may be paladins, or they may be evil wizards; but they absolutely may not be cliche. I forbid it," he told her sternly.

"Or we could end up having a dozen Harpers bards!" Aegis told him, waving a hand as if visualizing them or telling a horror story. "One right after the other! Blonde haired and green-eyed and freckled!"

"Hmph! Disappointing, but then there's no accounting for taste. Very well; but they are not to utilize the major key while within the domicile. Dirges only; that's my word on it."

"Except E major?" she recalled a previously used pun concerning the pronunciation of her name. 

"E major, E major, let's see... Perhaps on a trial basis initially; we shall simply have to conduct the experiment before I can give you a definitive answer."

"Gods, Fool wizard, I love you," she growled delightedly, rolling completely on top of him and then lifting her weight up on her hands and knees as she kissed him.

He chuckled into the kiss, his fingers caressing through her hair and down her neck, before smoothed and undulating down the length of her torso. He appraised and worshipped her every physical feature. "Ae," he murmured happily into her chin and then her throat. His arms twined around her neck and shoulders. "Ae... I live while you are holding me...!"