[ At once, the thread of tension holding Gale upright snaps and he sinks deeper, sat back on his knees. Itβs not comfortable, but this never is. ]
I dare not imagine your depravity. [ murmured to himself, as he takes a bracer in each hand, testing the weight and power of the things. A fleeting thought: He ought to warn Astarion. It can be unsettling, to watch him rattle apart, arcane power dissembling into pure weave on his skin. It had been upsetting for Tara, at any rate, when his condition first demanded treatment.
Itβs too late, the braces held to his chest like treasured things, silver glancing off the orbβs mark β then gone in a burst of violet light. His Netherese brand glows, vibrant from his sternum up the taut muscles of his neck. The force of it unbalances him, pushed deeper onto his heels, back arched and hands scrabbling for purchase. ]
Ah β hah, thatβs a relief. [ Itβs such a rapid, overwhelming act, that he stumbles in the come down. Never has he been so close the precipice. It was reckless to allow it, but for all his chatter, heβs never quite managed to put the pain of his arcane hunger into words. Even the danger, he fears he undersold, for want of a place in this group.
On a rush of an exhale, his entire body slackens. Gale blinks until he can see clearly again, dragging a hand through his beard and over his face, then carding back into his hair to soothe away the aftershocks. The effect of consumption is immediate, searing pain dulled to a manageable sting. ]
Thank you, Astarion. [ Surer, a warm flush where his cheeks had been sallow for days. ] Youβve β [ no idea? ] Well, I suppose youβve every idea, what this means for me.
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I dare not imagine your depravity. [ murmured to himself, as he takes a bracer in each hand, testing the weight and power of the things. A fleeting thought: He ought to warn Astarion. It can be unsettling, to watch him rattle apart, arcane power dissembling into pure weave on his skin. It had been upsetting for Tara, at any rate, when his condition first demanded treatment.
Itβs too late, the braces held to his chest like treasured things, silver glancing off the orbβs mark β then gone in a burst of violet light. His Netherese brand glows, vibrant from his sternum up the taut muscles of his neck. The force of it unbalances him, pushed deeper onto his heels, back arched and hands scrabbling for purchase. ]
Ah β hah, thatβs a relief. [ Itβs such a rapid, overwhelming act, that he stumbles in the come down. Never has he been so close the precipice. It was reckless to allow it, but for all his chatter, heβs never quite managed to put the pain of his arcane hunger into words. Even the danger, he fears he undersold, for want of a place in this group.
On a rush of an exhale, his entire body slackens. Gale blinks until he can see clearly again, dragging a hand through his beard and over his face, then carding back into his hair to soothe away the aftershocks. The effect of consumption is immediate, searing pain dulled to a manageable sting. ]
Thank you, Astarion. [ Surer, a warm flush where his cheeks had been sallow for days. ] Youβve β [ no idea? ] Well, I suppose youβve every idea, what this means for me.