[ Oh, he is hungry tonight. The power dynamic has shifted between them, now that Astarion is sated and dangles the key to Gale's relief. The smarter way to bargain would have been offering Astarion his throat after securing an arcane meal, but Astarion likes this better, the desperation in Gale's eyes after hours of barely meeting his gaze. ]
I liberated it from an overcooked Fist.
[ Gale's touch is cooler than a human's should be--from both the bloodloss and arcane hunger, he imagines. Astarion bends down a little closer so the gem sways between them, away from his throat, voice low and measured. ]
Be a good boy and tell me what this does before I offer it up for dessert, hm?
[ Perhaps it's cruel not to mention the bracers tucked away in his tent, heavy armor that Astarion couldn't use even if he wanted to. There's a thrill in watching Gale sweat, knowing he can give him release or make him well and truly beg for it. He'd been so eager to please last night, and Astarion wonders what else he might offer when the stakes are so high. ]
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I liberated it from an overcooked Fist.
[ Gale's touch is cooler than a human's should be--from both the bloodloss and arcane hunger, he imagines. Astarion bends down a little closer so the gem sways between them, away from his throat, voice low and measured. ]
Be a good boy and tell me what this does before I offer it up for dessert, hm?
[ Perhaps it's cruel not to mention the bracers tucked away in his tent, heavy armor that Astarion couldn't use even if he wanted to. There's a thrill in watching Gale sweat, knowing he can give him release or make him well and truly beg for it. He'd been so eager to please last night, and Astarion wonders what else he might offer when the stakes are so high. ]