[ Eager to please, Gale watches Armand smile with some satisfaction. Glad to have successfully guided them both back to shore, perhaps, even as the tides of melancholia continue to swirl. Armand names yet another side effect of immortality to ponder. The distance of time multiplied ad infinitum.
Only that, too, dissipates under the brightness of his affection for Astarion, shadows scattering at the first rays of the sun. ]
Ah! I suppose it is new. [ His mouth quirks, helplessly fond. ] It both feels that way and doesnβt, at times.
[ New for the way Astarion delights and surprises even himself, taken aback by his own interest and softness. The bubble of laughter that Gale wants to bottle, a cure for even his most sorrowful bouts. But the comfort Gale finds in their closeness seems much older, aged and strengthened by all theyβve been through together.
His hand strays to the diamond earring Astarion gifted him, worn in place of Mystraβs token since the New Year. ]
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Only that, too, dissipates under the brightness of his affection for Astarion, shadows scattering at the first rays of the sun. ]
Ah! I suppose it is new. [ His mouth quirks, helplessly fond. ] It both feels that way and doesnβt, at times.
[ New for the way Astarion delights and surprises even himself, taken aback by his own interest and softness. The bubble of laughter that Gale wants to bottle, a cure for even his most sorrowful bouts. But the comfort Gale finds in their closeness seems much older, aged and strengthened by all theyβve been through together.
His hand strays to the diamond earring Astarion gifted him, worn in place of Mystraβs token since the New Year. ]
[ bashful, ] Regardless, itβs rather wonderful.