It all tastes like vinegar to me. [ Astarion picks up the grapes laid out on the cheese platter, dangles them in something akin to a toast - to partnership, indeed - before plucking one and popping it into his mouth.
Vinegar and ash. He doesn't know why he bothers.
Swallowing another grimace from the taste, Astarion focuses on Gale's words, then the red flush blooming on his cheeks, creeping up his throat. Tempting, particularly after such unsatisfying bites.
Ambition Astarion can understand. He'd quashed his own while he was under Cazador's thumb, but now... Well, now he's made a potential ally of an archmage. ]
I've always found the gods to be so fickle, honestly. We're like fascinating little ants to them.
[ Astarion discards the grapes, then turns his back on Gale to pad over to the tub. He's very aware of how he looks from behind, feeling Gale's eyes on him before he hitches his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, dragging it down over his hips. Astarion would wager a guess that Gale's either not looking or trying very hard not to. ]
And now me. [ Astarion glances over his shoulder with a smirk as he parrots Gale's words and steps out of his underwear, toeing it out of the way.] Do you intend to curb your ambition, Gale Dekarios? You don't strike me as the sort of man who would. [ Astarion steps down into the steaming bath, letting go of a soft sigh as the warmth floods instantly up his legs. ]
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Vinegar and ash. He doesn't know why he bothers.
Swallowing another grimace from the taste, Astarion focuses on Gale's words, then the red flush blooming on his cheeks, creeping up his throat. Tempting, particularly after such unsatisfying bites.
Ambition Astarion can understand. He'd quashed his own while he was under Cazador's thumb, but now... Well, now he's made a potential ally of an archmage. ]
I've always found the gods to be so fickle, honestly. We're like fascinating little ants to them.
[ Astarion discards the grapes, then turns his back on Gale to pad over to the tub. He's very aware of how he looks from behind, feeling Gale's eyes on him before he hitches his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, dragging it down over his hips. Astarion would wager a guess that Gale's either not looking or trying very hard not to. ]
And now me. [ Astarion glances over his shoulder with a smirk as he parrots Gale's words and steps out of his underwear, toeing it out of the way.] Do you intend to curb your ambition, Gale Dekarios? You don't strike me as the sort of man who would. [ Astarion steps down into the steaming bath, letting go of a soft sigh as the warmth floods instantly up his legs. ]