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π‘”π‘Žπ‘™π‘’ π‘‘π‘’π‘˜π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘œπ‘  ([personal profile] corporeity) wrote 2023-12-24 09:30 pm (UTC)

[ For a moment, Astarion is elsewhere, and Gale fights the urge to ask where he went, ever curious. What matters, he tells himself, is that he came back. And despite his reservations, he edges ever closer. Even with his cold blood, his splayed palm is a brand, seared over both the blight and his heart.

He releases Astarion’s hand, so that he’s free to touch as he likes. His own hands stretch out carefully, one settle at Astarion’s hip and the other tucking a wayward strand of hair behind his pointed ear. ]


[ with a grin, ] Well, to start, I’d have wined and dined you before all the rest β€” though I suppose there was dining, of a sort. [ on both their parts. A faint flush burns anew. ]

I most certainly would have shown you all of Waterdeep. It isn’t called the City of Splendours for nothing. [ with a wistful sigh, ] The gardens in the Castle Ward alone are unparalleled.

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