[ Itβs rather curious the way Astarion watches him now, alight with neither amusement nor disapproval. Gale finds that he has to look away, thumbing his earring as he turns to take in this space properly, for the first time. His senses return to him slowly, the metallic tang of blood coming from somewhere nearby β an unsightly mess, when Astarion seems to pride himself on his coiffed appearance outwith this space.
Absentmindedly, he hushes a spell that cleanses the area, stains dissipating, the smell of fresh parchment in the air. He catches Astarionβs gaze again only at the admission of understanding β there is but one explanation for why Astarion knows hunger intimately, and it twists his insides into brambles. Somewhere in Baldurβs Gate, there is a vampire lord waiting to reclaim him. Gale swears heβll not find Astarion alone.
His expression shifts, neutral in his consideration of their similarities and differences. Strange, that Gale should be more alive for winding nearer and nearer to a permanent death, with Astarion stuck in limbo. No matter how his strength surges as he recoils from the jagged ledge, he always finds himself closer to the abyss than he was the last time, unable to regain lost ground. One storm, a rush of slanting rain to upset his footing, and heβll fall. Even now, so freshly sated, a hollow ache builds in his chest. For all his cleverness, he is almost certainly running out of time. ]
I could show you. [ He taps his temple, indicating their connection. ] If you truly wished to know.
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Absentmindedly, he hushes a spell that cleanses the area, stains dissipating, the smell of fresh parchment in the air. He catches Astarionβs gaze again only at the admission of understanding β there is but one explanation for why Astarion knows hunger intimately, and it twists his insides into brambles. Somewhere in Baldurβs Gate, there is a vampire lord waiting to reclaim him. Gale swears heβll not find Astarion alone.
His expression shifts, neutral in his consideration of their similarities and differences. Strange, that Gale should be more alive for winding nearer and nearer to a permanent death, with Astarion stuck in limbo. No matter how his strength surges as he recoils from the jagged ledge, he always finds himself closer to the abyss than he was the last time, unable to regain lost ground. One storm, a rush of slanting rain to upset his footing, and heβll fall. Even now, so freshly sated, a hollow ache builds in his chest. For all his cleverness, he is almost certainly running out of time. ]
I could show you. [ He taps his temple, indicating their connection. ] If you truly wished to know.