[ When Gale registers Astarionโs attention has fixed on his face and not the drawing in his lap, he arches his brows in silent question. For a split-second, his eyes flicker lower โ before he snaps them back up, catching himself. Obedience, it seems, comes quick to the former Chosen of a goddess, and he stills on request.
A damp hand at his thigh and water-warmed fingers touching his cheek make for an impossible convergence, his mouth parting on an uneven breath. For a wild moment, he thinks Astarion might kiss him. Fresh heat under Astarionโs fingertips, as his pulse rockets. The frisson of intimacy, long-denied.
Gale watches a droplet glide grey down Astarionโs flat stomach, arcing into the divot at his hip. Understanding finally lifts his gaze. ]
Oh. [ Perfect reverbs in his ears. A hand flutters to his cheek, fingers perched where Astarion touched him. ] Thank you.
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A damp hand at his thigh and water-warmed fingers touching his cheek make for an impossible convergence, his mouth parting on an uneven breath. For a wild moment, he thinks Astarion might kiss him. Fresh heat under Astarionโs fingertips, as his pulse rockets. The frisson of intimacy, long-denied.
Gale watches a droplet glide grey down Astarionโs flat stomach, arcing into the divot at his hip. Understanding finally lifts his gaze. ]
Oh. [ Perfect reverbs in his ears. A hand flutters to his cheek, fingers perched where Astarion touched him. ] Thank you.