[ It's a different sensation from sampling the Weave through Gale's blood. That's one-sided, in a way, Gale giving unto him; this is a sweetness that threads through them both, joins them so intimately it makes Astarion wonder if he's ever known intimacy at all before this moment.
He'll take the flattery, too, even if it's untrue, closes his eyes and bathes in it like a cat in a sunbeam. Astarion's seen Gale cast illusions before, but they're intangible things, so he doesn't know what to expect when his eyes flutter open again, hands resting atop Gale's beneath his sternum. ]
Oh. [ It's an awed, involuntarily sound as he takes in the room they've conjured together, and loathe as Astarion is to leave the warmth at his back he does need to touch, disentangling himself so he can smooth a hand over the plush duvet. Then hops up onto it, the mattress taking his weight easily, though he scarcely believes it. ]
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He'll take the flattery, too, even if it's untrue, closes his eyes and bathes in it like a cat in a sunbeam. Astarion's seen Gale cast illusions before, but they're intangible things, so he doesn't know what to expect when his eyes flutter open again, hands resting atop Gale's beneath his sternum. ]
Oh. [ It's an awed, involuntarily sound as he takes in the room they've conjured together, and loathe as Astarion is to leave the warmth at his back he does need to touch, disentangling himself so he can smooth a hand over the plush duvet. Then hops up onto it, the mattress taking his weight easily, though he scarcely believes it. ]
We make quite the team, don't we?