[ Astarion knows better than to fully trust the possibility of this, all of it; it's simply too good to be true. He imagines each and every way this could disappoint him in the long run: if Gale is all bluster and empty words, if he decides Astarion is too much effort for little reward. But Astarion has no contingency plan, so for now, he has to hope.
His fingers trail the surface of the water as Gale continues, the tension in his expression easing slightly even as he feels himself on the precipice of something terrifying. ]
I don't mind disrobing, darling. But, yes - please.
[ Glancing back over his shoulder again, serious. ]
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His fingers trail the surface of the water as Gale continues, the tension in his expression easing slightly even as he feels himself on the precipice of something terrifying. ]
I don't mind disrobing, darling. But, yes - please.
[ Glancing back over his shoulder again, serious. ]
Let me know where you need me.