[ The description of his blood knocks a full laugh from his chest, head tilted back. His grin fades into a sly smile after that, as they become more entwined. Thereβs something undeniably charming, about letting Astarion touch him however he likes after confessing to having unknowable wants after years of compartmentalisation and denial.
Whatever that something he desires is, Gale feels confident that he shares it. His eyes flicker over Astarion, gaze dark and anticipatory. ]
Oh, are you courting me now? [ He lifts his hand back to Astarionβs cheek, so his thumb can brush the corner of his mouth. Shyly β ] Iβll confess to having enjoyed it. Before.
[ After the initial icy sting. Even delirious with exhaustion (and shock, at having Astarion in his space), he remember the odd pleasure-pain of the bite. ]
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Whatever that something he desires is, Gale feels confident that he shares it. His eyes flicker over Astarion, gaze dark and anticipatory. ]
Oh, are you courting me now? [ He lifts his hand back to Astarionβs cheek, so his thumb can brush the corner of his mouth. Shyly β ] Iβll confess to having enjoyed it. Before.
[ After the initial icy sting. Even delirious with exhaustion (and shock, at having Astarion in his space), he remember the odd pleasure-pain of the bite. ]