[ The kiss brings Astarion back to earth, the now-familiar taste of Gale beneath the salt on his tongue. Another dizzying spark at realizing he knows the shape of Gale's mouth with his eyes shut the way he's never known another, never had the chance.
Astarion relinquishes his grip in Gale's hair, turning in his lap on shaking knees to cup his face, kiss him deeply. ]
Thank you. [ He's at a loss for anything but that. Smoothing a thumb over Gale's brow, his cheekbone so he can look at him through a blurred veil of tears. Kissing where he's touched, and the darkened veins beneath his eye. ] Thank you, darling.
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Astarion relinquishes his grip in Gale's hair, turning in his lap on shaking knees to cup his face, kiss him deeply. ]
Thank you. [ He's at a loss for anything but that. Smoothing a thumb over Gale's brow, his cheekbone so he can look at him through a blurred veil of tears. Kissing where he's touched, and the darkened veins beneath his eye. ] Thank you, darling.