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Not That Potion!
Not That Potion! (300 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Jarlaxle Baenre
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Age Regression/De-Aging, Prompt Fill, Writing Genre - Snippet
Summary:
One of the drow Drizzt had killed in his bolt for freedom from the mercenaries under his sister's command had been a wizard. The robe had been grabbed because it seemed to have a heat-shielding built into it, helping him be less visible, and the fighter's gear was in worse shape than the robe.
He just wasn't thinking about how many cuts he had sliced into the fighter as he hovered too near the insanity of the Hunter.
Now, a blade in one hand, his sister in front of him, and his ally fallen, he didn't really think beyond needing a distraction. Hand into the first pocket it found, pulling out the vial he found, and instinct made him throw it, as drow preferred salves to potions for healing. He supposed it wasn't his smartest move, but his sister failed to duck in time, too focused on using her whip against him.
The vial broke on contact, obviously designed to shatter, or maybe Drizzt had put too much force in the throw. Either way, Vierna shrieked, and scrabbled back, opening room for Drizzt to maneuver against the man in the outlandish hat and eye-patch. That one's uncovered eye went large, before a smile broke out on his face.
"Do enjoy your new conundrum, son of Zaknafein!" was laughingly called before the man made a hasty retreat, allowing Drizzt to focus back on his sister —
— and he had to lunge swiftly to kill the fallen whip's heads before they attacked the drow child in a pull of cleric robes.
"Magga camara," slipped from Drizzt's lips as a red-eyed, angry drow child no bigger than he'd been the first time he levitated stared up at him ungratefully for the rescue.
"What did you do to me?!" Vierna cried.
"I have no idea."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Vierna Do'Urden, Drizzt Do'Urden, Jarlaxle Baenre
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Age Regression/De-Aging, Prompt Fill, Writing Genre - Snippet
Summary:
Drizzt was really just looking to distract her.
Not That Potion!
One of the drow Drizzt had killed in his bolt for freedom from the mercenaries under his sister's command had been a wizard. The robe had been grabbed because it seemed to have a heat-shielding built into it, helping him be less visible, and the fighter's gear was in worse shape than the robe.
He just wasn't thinking about how many cuts he had sliced into the fighter as he hovered too near the insanity of the Hunter.
Now, a blade in one hand, his sister in front of him, and his ally fallen, he didn't really think beyond needing a distraction. Hand into the first pocket it found, pulling out the vial he found, and instinct made him throw it, as drow preferred salves to potions for healing. He supposed it wasn't his smartest move, but his sister failed to duck in time, too focused on using her whip against him.
The vial broke on contact, obviously designed to shatter, or maybe Drizzt had put too much force in the throw. Either way, Vierna shrieked, and scrabbled back, opening room for Drizzt to maneuver against the man in the outlandish hat and eye-patch. That one's uncovered eye went large, before a smile broke out on his face.
"Do enjoy your new conundrum, son of Zaknafein!" was laughingly called before the man made a hasty retreat, allowing Drizzt to focus back on his sister —
— and he had to lunge swiftly to kill the fallen whip's heads before they attacked the drow child in a pull of cleric robes.
"Magga camara," slipped from Drizzt's lips as a red-eyed, angry drow child no bigger than he'd been the first time he levitated stared up at him ungratefully for the rescue.
"What did you do to me?!" Vierna cried.
"I have no idea."