[ Astarion's initial impression of Gale - which feels like ages ago, now, despite Astarion's elven and vampiric relationship to time - sorely underestimated his charm. Romantics like Gale always felt like easy prey, and while it's hard to shake that instinct, Astarion is realizing how different these lines are from someone who's not just parroting them to sprinkle sugar over deadly poison.
Or maybe Astarion is just easy prey, now. He can hear Cazador's sneer in the back of his mind, how useless and pathetic Astarion would be to him now that he's been softened by sunlight.
Gale's kiss melts the cold of that thought, at least for the moment. If Astarion's gaze was far away, it's back with him at the brush of lips to knuckles. The tension in his shoulders loosens, and he slides a hand to Gale's chest, fingers splaying over his heart. ]
I may need to hear each and every step of how you would court me. In excruciating detail.
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Or maybe Astarion is just easy prey, now. He can hear Cazador's sneer in the back of his mind, how useless and pathetic Astarion would be to him now that he's been softened by sunlight.
Gale's kiss melts the cold of that thought, at least for the moment. If Astarion's gaze was far away, it's back with him at the brush of lips to knuckles. The tension in his shoulders loosens, and he slides a hand to Gale's chest, fingers splaying over his heart. ]
I may need to hear each and every step of how you would court me. In excruciating detail.