[ Before Gale can think through what he intends to accomplish, he misty steps again, teleporting from his place feet from Astarion to snag his arm on a futile effort to shield him from what theyโve surely unleashed. Ultimately, he likely does more harm than good, legs now bracketing Astarionโs thighs, one hand splayed over a jagged rock beside them while the other still clings to his arm. Not quick enough to reverse their roles, he realises with a pang, worry hitting the back of his teeth, about to slip free โ
When Astarion shoves him, and he squawks, undignified. ]
โ your concern is too kind. [ throat made scratchy by the thick air, irritation obvious. He hacks in turn and shifts his hand from the rock to Astarionโs hip, hissing as the light armour scrapes against his palm. ]
[ Another mushroom bursts to his left, shimmering dust settling in his hair. He tries and fails to sit back โ the abruptness of the effort calling him forward in a sudden burst of vertigo, head bent into Astarionโs shoulder. ]
Shit.
[ Spoken chiefly because he catches a glimpse of his sliced open palm between them, still not quite registering the extent of the trouble theyโve courted with their shared idiocy. ]
HUGE OVERSIGHT
When Astarion shoves him, and he squawks, undignified. ]
โ your concern is too kind. [ throat made scratchy by the thick air, irritation obvious. He hacks in turn and shifts his hand from the rock to Astarionโs hip, hissing as the light armour scrapes against his palm. ]
[ Another mushroom bursts to his left, shimmering dust settling in his hair. He tries and fails to sit back โ the abruptness of the effort calling him forward in a sudden burst of vertigo, head bent into Astarionโs shoulder. ]
Shit.
[ Spoken chiefly because he catches a glimpse of his sliced open palm between them, still not quite registering the extent of the trouble theyโve courted with their shared idiocy. ]