[ Oh, thereโs the laugh. Like bells, like soaring music. Beautiful and happy and his, when he had hardly heard it before, in their first walks together, those early days in the manor, with Gale trailing after him like a stray dog, fed once by the hand that accepted his favour and unable to forget it. ]
Better. [ breathed more than said, as he steps closer, unable to hold himself apart, even in service of appreciating the sight of Astarion, all wrapped up in him. His, not to keep but to guard. They havenโt plainly discussed his desires, partly because Gale thinks it so obvious. I want you and only you forever written in shaky hands and unwavering looks. He can hardly decide where to fix his attention, with the looser neckline revealing Astarionโs lovely collarbone, the cuffed trousers indicative of that slight difference in their builds, the blue that somehow makes him look lighter, younger, freer, or maybe thatโs the flush of excitement. The slouchier fit only looks refined on him, an intentional elegance that Gale could never pull off. ]
[ mouth twitching, smile all crooked โ ] Far better than anything I could imagine.
[ And he imagined so much, in the intervening hours. It takes an herculean effort not to kiss him, as soon as he re-enters his orbit, drawn close enough to slide his knuckles under Astarionโs jaw, eyes still flickering between his and the rest of his person, bright hazel made dark by intent. ]
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Better. [ breathed more than said, as he steps closer, unable to hold himself apart, even in service of appreciating the sight of Astarion, all wrapped up in him. His, not to keep but to guard. They havenโt plainly discussed his desires, partly because Gale thinks it so obvious. I want you and only you forever written in shaky hands and unwavering looks. He can hardly decide where to fix his attention, with the looser neckline revealing Astarionโs lovely collarbone, the cuffed trousers indicative of that slight difference in their builds, the blue that somehow makes him look lighter, younger, freer, or maybe thatโs the flush of excitement. The slouchier fit only looks refined on him, an intentional elegance that Gale could never pull off. ]
[ mouth twitching, smile all crooked โ ] Far better than anything I could imagine.
[ And he imagined so much, in the intervening hours. It takes an herculean effort not to kiss him, as soon as he re-enters his orbit, drawn close enough to slide his knuckles under Astarionโs jaw, eyes still flickering between his and the rest of his person, bright hazel made dark by intent. ]
โAnd if I want to see the model on the bed?
[ In his clothes, in their room, ]