[ Gale gives an affirmative hum in answer. He doesnβt know who else would be content to read with him in silence, at any rate. His mouth quirks as Astarion edges into his space, relief softening his features.
Apart from the occasional sly look, Gale proceeds as promised. Itβs quiet β and intimate in its own right, something he never had with his goddess. He has to make a concerted effort not to dwell on that.
After the better part of an hour, Gale stifles a yawn with his hand. Tidying his book away, he reaches out to clasp Astarionβs ankle, thumb smoothing over the knot of the bone to get his attention. ]
My cue to retire, Iβm afraid. [ Another brush of his fingers before he pulls away, standing with a slight crack of his knees. ] Goodnight, Astarion.
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Apart from the occasional sly look, Gale proceeds as promised. Itβs quiet β and intimate in its own right, something he never had with his goddess. He has to make a concerted effort not to dwell on that.
After the better part of an hour, Gale stifles a yawn with his hand. Tidying his book away, he reaches out to clasp Astarionβs ankle, thumb smoothing over the knot of the bone to get his attention. ]
My cue to retire, Iβm afraid. [ Another brush of his fingers before he pulls away, standing with a slight crack of his knees. ] Goodnight, Astarion.