[ Blinded by vexation, Gale ends up with a leg on either side of Astarionโs, standing far too close for his comfort. His pride wonโt allow him to lengthen the noose, so holds fast, unwilling to cede ground or risk escape.
Having read all manner of texts on the subject of vampires โ both lewd and academic โ Gale is no stranger to the concept of the bite. Any pleasure could be down to the person, or the physiology, with how few vampires have ever been contained and studied. His thoughts stray to how he might confirm a hypothesis, eyes wandering to Astarionโs mouth, the pointed tip of a fang barely visible, before he refocuses.
Good, that Astarion wasnโt looking to make a meal of a Waterdhavian. Better, that he makes the opening barter. One never should show their hand, in matters of negotiation. And yet Gale snags the inside of his cheek between his teeth, visibly considering the ramifications of any bargain.
Astarion may not realise why the offer strikes a chord, but heโll be able to identify inner conflict for what it is, forming a wrinkle between Galeโs brows and dragging the curve of his mouth downward. To acquire arcane items lost to academia, to institutions, to Mystra is a chance at redemptiom. A goddess cares little for flowers โ but magic, entombed in lost objects, could yet prove his worth. For a moment, Gale is elsewhere, longing etched in the lines of his face. ]
Mm. [ an acknowledgement as well as an attempt at stalling, if only to centre himself here and direct his thoughts into a plan of action. With his unchained hand, he gestures between them. ] And your patron would supply lodgings? Coin? Finery? [ Gale snorts, at the hollowness of it. All things he can afford to give and cares not to lose. There is, however, the matter of the vampire lord, if anything Astarion told him is true. A potential pest, to be sure. ]
People will think weโre courting. [ He speaks slowly, as if teasing an idea into reality. ] But I suppose that could be to our collective advantage. [ There is no greater protection than one a wizard might offer their household, after all. And Gale would like to turn the eyes of every Mamma and Auntie to other prospects with haste. ]
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Having read all manner of texts on the subject of vampires โ both lewd and academic โ Gale is no stranger to the concept of the bite. Any pleasure could be down to the person, or the physiology, with how few vampires have ever been contained and studied. His thoughts stray to how he might confirm a hypothesis, eyes wandering to Astarionโs mouth, the pointed tip of a fang barely visible, before he refocuses.
Good, that Astarion wasnโt looking to make a meal of a Waterdhavian. Better, that he makes the opening barter. One never should show their hand, in matters of negotiation. And yet Gale snags the inside of his cheek between his teeth, visibly considering the ramifications of any bargain.
Astarion may not realise why the offer strikes a chord, but heโll be able to identify inner conflict for what it is, forming a wrinkle between Galeโs brows and dragging the curve of his mouth downward. To acquire arcane items lost to academia, to institutions, to Mystra is a chance at redemptiom. A goddess cares little for flowers โ but magic, entombed in lost objects, could yet prove his worth. For a moment, Gale is elsewhere, longing etched in the lines of his face. ]
Mm. [ an acknowledgement as well as an attempt at stalling, if only to centre himself here and direct his thoughts into a plan of action. With his unchained hand, he gestures between them. ] And your patron would supply lodgings? Coin? Finery? [ Gale snorts, at the hollowness of it. All things he can afford to give and cares not to lose. There is, however, the matter of the vampire lord, if anything Astarion told him is true. A potential pest, to be sure. ]
People will think weโre courting. [ He speaks slowly, as if teasing an idea into reality. ] But I suppose that could be to our collective advantage. [ There is no greater protection than one a wizard might offer their household, after all. And Gale would like to turn the eyes of every Mamma and Auntie to other prospects with haste. ]