[ The time being what it is (or rather, Gale's sense of dedication being what it is), Astarion visibly startles when the door opens. Then again, perhaps it's less surprise than it is the parallel note of delight. He'd heard the footsteps in the hall, known the gait and weight of them, and yet—
Any sense of decorum seemingly forgotten, he yelps, the sound dissolving into bubbling laughter as Gale's arms wrap around him. The book he'd been reading almost falls from his hands entirely — and he has half a mind to let it, if not for the fact that it's the volume Gale had given him for Christmas, now not just a distraction but an object of some sentimental value. ]
You're back early, [ he says, breathless, his head falling pliantly to one side to bare more of his neck. Greedy, as he's swiftly proven himself to be, for Gale's attention and affection, though he wriggles in the next moment, suddenly stricken. ] Wait, wait—
[ As soon as he manages to pry himself free, he — though the effect is somewhat lessened by how excited he still is — strikes a pose, one leg stuck out, his hands on his hips, a grin splitting his features even as the tilt of his head attempts coyness. Heather grey trousers, cornflower blue shirt, slightly large on his frame — both Gale's. ]
Better on a model than on the bed, don't you think?
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Any sense of decorum seemingly forgotten, he yelps, the sound dissolving into bubbling laughter as Gale's arms wrap around him. The book he'd been reading almost falls from his hands entirely — and he has half a mind to let it, if not for the fact that it's the volume Gale had given him for Christmas, now not just a distraction but an object of some sentimental value. ]
You're back early, [ he says, breathless, his head falling pliantly to one side to bare more of his neck. Greedy, as he's swiftly proven himself to be, for Gale's attention and affection, though he wriggles in the next moment, suddenly stricken. ] Wait, wait—
[ As soon as he manages to pry himself free, he — though the effect is somewhat lessened by how excited he still is — strikes a pose, one leg stuck out, his hands on his hips, a grin splitting his features even as the tilt of his head attempts coyness. Heather grey trousers, cornflower blue shirt, slightly large on his frame — both Gale's. ]
Better on a model than on the bed, don't you think?