Nothing, ideally, but for the sake of polite company ... something handsome, so I can show you off, and something soft, for when my head inevitably finds your shoulder.
[ A private smile. The shirt you like the other day. He likes that Gale remembers things like that. ]
I trust you'll help me pick something to match.
[ wait— ]
💞
[ Astarion looks at the little pink hearts on his screen for a moment before— not so much changing his mind as adding, as though trying each on for size: ]
You know, I've said it so many times before, but never with the same blush of excitement I feel with you. That is to say, I plan to say it over and over again, until we both lose count.
On the one day I decide not to accompany you to work. How cruel! I've half a mind to remedy that, though the other thinks of how I could greet you when you return home.
I couldn’t tell you what I’d prefer if I thought about it for hours. But, perhaps, if something of mine appealed to you…
[ He’s worn less of Gale’s belongings as spring supplants winter, leaving Gale to ponder exactly how much he savoured it. Astarion, all wrapped up in him, even while spending time with another — ]
@waterdeep
[ 😇 ]
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I imagine she'd enjoy the darkness of the room.
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Then I’ll have my favourite companions on either side of me.
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Charmer.
Try not to cry.
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Proud? For what? And if you say "for making an effort to be social," I'll consign you to the back row.
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But you're not wrong — at least I know this will go off without a catch.
[ Unless the DVD player or projector break, but he won't speak that into existence. ]
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Do let me know if you need assistance with anything, or if you’ve thoughts on what I should wear, on your big night.
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Well!
The shirt you liked the other day, perhaps. And that jacket, for something soft.
[ brain a little broken by that one-two combo of nothing and show you off show you off show you off — ]
❤️❤️❤️
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I trust you'll help me pick something to match.
[ wait— ]
💞
[ Astarion looks at the little pink hearts on his screen for a moment before— not so much changing his mind as adding, as though trying each on for size: ]
♥️
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🥰
[ that one is how he imagines he looks every day, in astarion’s company. ]
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😘
I imagine this is how I seemed to you, when we first met.
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A little.
You flustered me rather early on, if you recall — though it took you some time to accurately pinpoint the object of my “sad hopeless pining.” ☺️
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I’ll admit, I misjudged you. Or perhaps I misjudged myself.
You’re supposed to be the clever one between us, besides.
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Now, now, you can’t expect me to be clever around you.
Well, not as clever as I usually am.
😍😍😍
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But still cleverer than most. 🥰
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Though I’ll admit I’m clever enough to ask: Am I allowed to kiss you in front of all of our friends?
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But I'm glad you did.
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I do so like to hear you say yes.
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That is to say, I plan to say it over and over again, until we both lose count.
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[ he rereads it, thumb swiping up the screen. ]
Gosh, you have me flushed in the shop.
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I've half a mind to remedy that, though the other thinks of how I could greet you when you return home.
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I couldn’t tell you what I’d prefer if I thought about it for hours.
But, perhaps, if something of mine appealed to you…
[ He’s worn less of Gale’s belongings as spring supplants winter, leaving Gale to ponder exactly how much he savoured it. Astarion, all wrapped up in him, even while spending time with another — ]
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