[ Because if Astarion can pin the fault of landing them in further danger on someone else, he will. Even if he plainly started it.
It's either suffocatingly hot down here or Gale is suffocatingly hot on top of him. Astarion always runs cold, but it feels like they've plunged into a sauna, hip-to-hip in the dark with Gale's breath against his throat. His nostrils flare as he moves to shove him again, but as they do Astarion catches the scent of blood, fresh and close.
Gale's. Dark and wet in his palm, lit with an odd pink glow by the spores. ]
Oh. [ A low exhale, all Astarion manages as his fangs suddenly itch against his tongue, hand moving to rest on Gale's hip instead of pushing him away. ]
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[ Because if Astarion can pin the fault of landing them in further danger on someone else, he will. Even if he plainly started it.
It's either suffocatingly hot down here or Gale is suffocatingly hot on top of him. Astarion always runs cold, but it feels like they've plunged into a sauna, hip-to-hip in the dark with Gale's breath against his throat. His nostrils flare as he moves to shove him again, but as they do Astarion catches the scent of blood, fresh and close.
Gale's. Dark and wet in his palm, lit with an odd pink glow by the spores. ]
Oh. [ A low exhale, all Astarion manages as his fangs suddenly itch against his tongue, hand moving to rest on Gale's hip instead of pushing him away. ]