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[ Sooner even than he intended, leaving an hour or so early with a ludicrous grin and stammered excuse. He loves the shop, he loves their community of mages, unlike anything heβs known, untainted by competition β but nothing compares to the comforts (and wiles, it seems) of home. Gale hardly makes it through the door before casting about for Astarion. And as much as heβs been cycling through fantasies for the whole of the afternoon, unable to remember even the most basic potion recipes, the real thing outdoes his imaginings.
Theyβve traversed so much ground together, his proffered hand and hesitant questions far from the now sure grip at Astarionβs waist, swiftly tugging him close, back to chest. Forgetting that he was meant to be admiring Astarionβs curated ensemble and instead nosing after his pulse, peppering kisses along the waning crescent of his throat. ]
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Promise Iβll be there soon.
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[ Sooner even than he intended, leaving an hour or so early with a ludicrous grin and stammered excuse. He loves the shop, he loves their community of mages, unlike anything heβs known, untainted by competition β but nothing compares to the comforts (and wiles, it seems) of home. Gale hardly makes it through the door before casting about for Astarion. And as much as heβs been cycling through fantasies for the whole of the afternoon, unable to remember even the most basic potion recipes, the real thing outdoes his imaginings.
Theyβve traversed so much ground together, his proffered hand and hesitant questions far from the now sure grip at Astarionβs waist, swiftly tugging him close, back to chest. Forgetting that he was meant to be admiring Astarionβs curated ensemble and instead nosing after his pulse, peppering kisses along the waning crescent of his throat. ]