[ Whatever remains of Astarion's heart just can't handle Gale looking at him like that. Like Astarion's done him a kindness, like there might be more of them to come. He's an irritatingly handsome man who inarguably deserves better than whatever this is, but Astarion swallows the urge to blurt that out. ]
See you tonight.
[ With a theatrical bow, before he slips back to camp.
Astarion manages to put any sympathy hunger pangs out of mind as he retreats to his tent for the night, the party slowly dispersing to their corners of camp over the next few hours until finally the fire is little more than ash, and the moonless night is as dark as they get. Whenever Gale comes knocking, he'll find Astarion propped on one of his throw pillows outside his tent, reading a book by the light of a pilfered bronze candelabra. (Pay no heed to the bloodstains and filthy rags visible through the open flap; Astarion isn't exactly used to keeping a tidy house, nor entertaining guests and allowing them to leave alive.) ]
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See you tonight.
[ With a theatrical bow, before he slips back to camp.
Astarion manages to put any sympathy hunger pangs out of mind as he retreats to his tent for the night, the party slowly dispersing to their corners of camp over the next few hours until finally the fire is little more than ash, and the moonless night is as dark as they get. Whenever Gale comes knocking, he'll find Astarion propped on one of his throw pillows outside his tent, reading a book by the light of a pilfered bronze candelabra. (Pay no heed to the bloodstains and filthy rags visible through the open flap; Astarion isn't exactly used to keeping a tidy house, nor entertaining guests and allowing them to leave alive.) ]