[ It’s like an unlocking, the way Gale eases as Astarion’s touch lingers light, not pushing. The coolness only makes it more real, tangible in a way that little has been for him. It reminds him of the strange moment they shared at the edge of the bath, where Astarion looked almost wanting.
And it passes just the same. ]
As you like. [ In regards to his blood and any other requests. Gale props his elbow on the back of the sofa, hand curled at his jaw. He does wonder when Astarion might ask after his throat. There’s so little written on the nature of spawn, compared to their lords. Knowing Astarion will be educational, if nothing else. ]
As for the weekend, the Silvertors are hosting their annual ball. [ an exhale that’s almost a sigh, mouth smudging across his palm. ] It is a fixed point on the Waterdhavian social calendar, around which betrothals are made and broken. As such, my attendance is not only expected but assured, along with representatives from every other noble house.
[ His focus flashes to Astarion, as if confirming that means he’ll also be in attendance. Hope lifts his features, at the thought of not facing it alone this time. ]
If you’ve need of new attire for the event, I have an open tab at Faefolk’s Finery in the Trade Ward. [ He reaches out to where his shirt has slipped from Astarion’s shoulder, tugging the fabric up and over its slope, knuckles barely brushing his skin. ]
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And it passes just the same. ]
As you like. [ In regards to his blood and any other requests. Gale props his elbow on the back of the sofa, hand curled at his jaw. He does wonder when Astarion might ask after his throat. There’s so little written on the nature of spawn, compared to their lords. Knowing Astarion will be educational, if nothing else. ]
As for the weekend, the Silvertors are hosting their annual ball. [ an exhale that’s almost a sigh, mouth smudging across his palm. ] It is a fixed point on the Waterdhavian social calendar, around which betrothals are made and broken. As such, my attendance is not only expected but assured, along with representatives from every other noble house.
[ His focus flashes to Astarion, as if confirming that means he’ll also be in attendance. Hope lifts his features, at the thought of not facing it alone this time. ]
If you’ve need of new attire for the event, I have an open tab at Faefolk’s Finery in the Trade Ward. [ He reaches out to where his shirt has slipped from Astarion’s shoulder, tugging the fabric up and over its slope, knuckles barely brushing his skin. ]