[ Astarion jostles him, and Galeโs breath hitches with the movement. Heat blossoming between them, radiating outward from his palm, up his arm, through to the mark of orb, which pangs in answer. He feels both acutely aware of every limb and as if moving them would take significant effort, veins alighting with a similar burn to the orbโs fire. His processing slows, the lack of a follow up push only registering when Astarionโs fingers press into his hip. That feels โ better, somehow. Sweltering heat turning to something brighter, sharper, more tangible.
He turns his head, nosing into Astarionโs throat. Breathing deep, as if thatโll slow his ratcheting pulse. ]
Astarion. [ A low rumble, thoughts returning to the initial spark of recognition, when he first saw the mycelium glow. He curls his fingers into his palm in an attempt to ground himself, tips coming away red. Even heady with proximity, he clucks his tongue in exasperation. ] I was trying to warn you.
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[ Astarion jostles him, and Galeโs breath hitches with the movement. Heat blossoming between them, radiating outward from his palm, up his arm, through to the mark of orb, which pangs in answer. He feels both acutely aware of every limb and as if moving them would take significant effort, veins alighting with a similar burn to the orbโs fire. His processing slows, the lack of a follow up push only registering when Astarionโs fingers press into his hip. That feels โ better, somehow. Sweltering heat turning to something brighter, sharper, more tangible.
He turns his head, nosing into Astarionโs throat. Breathing deep, as if thatโll slow his ratcheting pulse. ]
Astarion. [ A low rumble, thoughts returning to the initial spark of recognition, when he first saw the mycelium glow. He curls his fingers into his palm in an attempt to ground himself, tips coming away red. Even heady with proximity, he clucks his tongue in exasperation. ] I was trying to warn you.