I want to. [ Trust you. It would be easier to tell a gentle lie than a painful truth, but for once the easy option dies on his tongue. Despite Astarion's instinct to lash out, still hovering on the edge of it, Gale tries to warm his hands. It makes him want to weep. ]
Fucking hells, Gale. I want to. [ Astarion bows his head between them, forehead touching Gale's as he closes his eyes. Every instinct that's kept him alive until now is telling him to detach, to run, to let Gale blow himself up to save the world, but he realizes now that he lost that option miles ago - back in the Underdark, when something akin to a confession left his lips.
So here he is, his heart tied to a living bomb. Foolishness. The tension in Astarion's shoulders sags, as Gale kisses his knuckles - from weariness more than relief. They're moments from Moonrise, seat of the Absolute. The only way to stall for time is not to move, and that was never an option. ]
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Fucking hells, Gale. I want to. [ Astarion bows his head between them, forehead touching Gale's as he closes his eyes. Every instinct that's kept him alive until now is telling him to detach, to run, to let Gale blow himself up to save the world, but he realizes now that he lost that option miles ago - back in the Underdark, when something akin to a confession left his lips.
So here he is, his heart tied to a living bomb. Foolishness. The tension in Astarion's shoulders sags, as Gale kisses his knuckles - from weariness more than relief. They're moments from Moonrise, seat of the Absolute. The only way to stall for time is not to move, and that was never an option. ]