Astele Keene - Blog Posts
Posting this here because it’s one of my faves and because there’s nothing you can do to stop me!
Sewer Journals
What this fic has:
Jaheira being nosy as hell
Smut (because it’s me and apparently I can’t just write a regular fic - it’s not reeeally dirty like usual tho!!)
Ultra-soft Nine-Fingers Keene (deal with it)
What this fic does not have:
Uhm. Idk. Jaheira showing restraint like she ought to since she’s the High Harper and old as hell
Summary:
“Jaheira let out an amused breath. Sewer journals. It would appear the Underduke kept detailed diaries. Coded details of all past, present, and possibly future Guild business? A clear advantage; knowledge she absolutely must learn. She picked an older red one and opened it to a random page. She had long ago learned the code in which Nine-Fingers wrote her Guild communications, but the code in these pages seemed slightly different. Certain symbols and letters replaced ones that Jaheira knew well. But she was a quick study, always had been.”
Someone desperately needs to take photo mode away from me.
Anyway, take a break from your mental illness to enjoy mine. I’ll warn you, these are poorly done and NSFW.
Jaheira x Nine-Fingers (technically my Tav, but we’re all on tumblr to use our imaginations, right??)
Nine-Fingers Keene concept art from Forgotten Realms.
Pipe Smoke - Chapter 2
Dawn broke over the city's trees, casting pinks and reds and oranges over their misty green leaves. But no sunlight dare shine through to the dim sewer office where Jaheira hung tightly to Astele's skin, curled against her like a cat seeking shelter from the rain. Eventually, Jaheira exhausted herself of dreams and stirred ever so slightly. The corners of her lips turned up in a grin as she remembered the previous night's events.
It had all started when Astele stole her a yellow orchid from someone's jacket pocket at the Elfsong Tavern. She did it to make Jaheira laugh - to steal something right in front of the High Harper, then present it to her as a gift she couldn't refuse. Astele had said, "Petty theft for a pretty girl," then gently tucked the flower behind Jaheira's ear. She remembered forgetting, if only for a moment, that she was over a century and a half years old and had a house full of children waiting for her down the street. Instead, she had smiled bashfully at the Guildmaster's comment and fluttered her eyelashes like she was twenty-something all over again.
But it wasn't really the flower or even the comment that had brought on the sudden bashfulness. It was knowing that, in a room full of patrons who had flowers stuck in their suit jackets, Astele knew her well enough to steal the yellow orchid. And that was what made Jaheira's heart skip a beat.
Astele stirred underneath her, grunting lightly as she did. She squeezed Jaheira lightly to let her know she was awake, then pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of her gray braids of hair. "You talk in your sleep, Harper," Astele teased, her voice gruff and low.
Jaheira hummed then replied, "And you steal flowers to stick in women's hair so you can get them into your bed."
Astele chuckled, lightly shaking Jaheira as she did. "Worked, didn't it?"
Jaheira softly smacked Astele's side under the blanket, silently chiding her for trying to rile Jaheira up too early in the morning. "What other kinds of trinkets does the Guildmaster give women to lure them back to her lair?" Jaheira shot back with her own brand of teasing.
Astele opened one eye, catching the playful spark in Jaheira's hazelnut eyes. She smirked. “You really want to know?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” Jaheira replied, her voice was softer than it was before. A part of her still hadn’t fully recovered from the tenderness from the tavern and from the entire night.
Astele exhaled, not ready, but figuring it was better now than never. She turned fully onto her side to face Jaheira, hummed thoughtfully, and began counting on her fingers - the hand with all five of them. “Cinnamon. I’d bring you freshly cured sticks to burn in the evenings, because you said once it reminds you of the groves near Athkatla in late spring.”
Jaheira raised an eyebrow. She had said that—years ago. Once. In passing on a night that she'd lost to Lady Lockjaw at cards. She hadn’t even remembered it until now.
Astele continued, her voice lazy and soft. “Honeyed figs from a stall near the Temple of Ilmater. You always buy them for the little ones, but you take one for yourself thinking no one notices."
She furrowed her brow and she thought of even more. "Lemon tea. Strong, sweet. A steaming mug with a touch of honey. The kind no one else in your house drinks except you.”
Jaheira stared, unable to process the list Astele was rattling off. All the things she loved that she didn't think anyone ever noticed.
“Green ink,” Astele went on, ticking yet another finger. “You only ever write in green ink and you hoard those little glass jars like they're made of gold.”
A laugh choked out of Jaheira before she could help it, sharp and surprised. “I do not hoard them," she exclaimed.
“Ten in your desk. Three hidden behind the books in your study. Don’t lie to a professional thief, Jaheira.” Astele laughed herself and added, "There's probably more down in your sanctuary, too. If I had to guess, I'd say… six more little bottles all hidden in crates."
It wasnt a guess at all and Jaheira knew it. The High Harper covered her face with one hand, feeling a rush of warmth washing up her throat and over her cheeks. “Gods, you are insufferable!”
“I know.” Astele caught and held her gaze, sky blue meeting earthy hazel. “You also like rainy days when you don’t have to be out in the wet mess. You fall asleep to the patter of raindrops and gentle rush of wind. Thunder scares you if it's too loud, but you love to watch lightening crackle against the black sky of night. You hate it when people eat while standing, and Rion does it just to annoy you. You keep your boots polished even if you're going out into the wilds or a grove out of respect for nature. You double-knot Fig's cloaks because you don’t trust her to do it right.” Her voice then dropped to a whisper. “You mourn in silence. And when you love something, you never say it out loud. You just… guard it. With everything you have and everything you are.”
The silence after that was long, heavy with all the things Jaheira could not admit, but felt deep in her heart. “You just happen to know all of that?” Jaheira asked, her voice hoarse.
“I watched over the years,” Astele said simply. “Listened. You don’t talk much about yourself, so I learned by paying attention.”
Jaheira propped herself up a bit to face her fully, brushing silver hair behind her ear. “But… why?
Astele hesitated, her eyes flicking away for the barest moment before coming right back. “Because I didn’t know how to tell you I loved you,” she said in a voice barely audible. “So I memorized you instead.”
💚Jaheira x Astele: 19 Fingers FanFic Contest💚
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NINE-FINGERS KEENE IN BALDUR’S GATE 3
My wife and I were discussing the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (specifically from the 1980s) and she referred to Master Splinter as “Big Rat Daddy.”
I wish to inform you all that this is now what I will be calling Nine-Fingers Keene.
Big Rat Daddy
My Girlfriend and Her 27 Daggers (aka 19 Fingers)
I am not a fan of 'do gardening to relax' cause of reasons, but I thought rendering every single element would be a nice meditative experience.
The rest of the daggers are there somewhere.
37 hours, Procreate, lots of questioning my sanity over background details
If you see a lineart mistake, no you don’t.
My thanks go to @ octavia_tav on X for Jahehe reference and the @ misshighharper (Jake?) for the inspiring meme about knives and also @ graciescribbles for the gentle push