[ Astarion arches a brow at the proffered ring, but can't quite hide the glint of interest in his eyes as the gem catches the firelight. He sits up slightly, delicately taking the ring from Gale's palm and holding it up himself, to examine it properly. ]
Darling, you shouldn't have.
[ There's an insistent voice in the back of his mind that tells him it's unwise to trust jewelry from an archmage - binding spells, all the myriad methods of control one can wield even without being a vampire lord - but a louder one that reacts like a corvid to shiny things, and so he slides it onto his middle finger, spreading his hand and wriggling his fingers.
It is lovely. And it doesn't immediately kill him, or sap the will from his body. His gaze sweeps over Gale for any jewelry of his own, catching on his earring again. Symbol of devotion, the firelight adding warmth to cool silver. ]
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Darling, you shouldn't have.
[ There's an insistent voice in the back of his mind that tells him it's unwise to trust jewelry from an archmage - binding spells, all the myriad methods of control one can wield even without being a vampire lord - but a louder one that reacts like a corvid to shiny things, and so he slides it onto his middle finger, spreading his hand and wriggling his fingers.
It is lovely. And it doesn't immediately kill him, or sap the will from his body. His gaze sweeps over Gale for any jewelry of his own, catching on his earring again. Symbol of devotion, the firelight adding warmth to cool silver. ]
Do you have your own to match?