[ Tension Astarion didn't know he'd been holding drains from his shoulders as Gale loops an arm around his waist, warm against his back. He flutters a sigh, wanting to melt into him more than pay attention, but he does as Gale asks all the same.
Astarion's never made much use of his own inherent magic, the vein that flows from his elven heritage, vampire or no. It's almost strange to tap it now, to tug the thread that connects him to something greater - that connects him to Gale, in this moment. ]
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Astarion's never made much use of his own inherent magic, the vein that flows from his elven heritage, vampire or no. It's almost strange to tap it now, to tug the thread that connects him to something greater - that connects him to Gale, in this moment. ]