[ Gale has never been skilled in matters of deception or evasion. With too wide eyes and elastic features, telling of every pang in his heart. The tadpole has only exacerbated this character trait, inviting others to look upon his thoughts, which so often outpace his words.
Itβs a good memory for the both of them, at least. Gale threads his fingers through Astarionβs curls just the same as he did that night and the first. A surge of affection through their bond. ]
What a question. [ hoarse with desire, even as he stalls. Heβs incapable of brevity, despite the lack of air in his lungs. Eyes shuttering, his elaboration chases a shuddery exhale: ] Ah β a long time.
[ Sheepish, almost. Of course Astarion is good at this. His clever fingers have picked impossible locks and slung arrows with terrifying precision. He sweeps a hand down Astarionβs back until his knuckles brush the knot at the base of his spine. ]
Before my folly. [ A walking apocalypse makes for a selfish lover. Better that he remain apart from all who might have cared for him, while he resisted the inevitable. ] And that which preceded it. [ Even when Mystra made pieces of herself corporeal, it was nothing like this. ]
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Itβs a good memory for the both of them, at least. Gale threads his fingers through Astarionβs curls just the same as he did that night and the first. A surge of affection through their bond. ]
What a question. [ hoarse with desire, even as he stalls. Heβs incapable of brevity, despite the lack of air in his lungs. Eyes shuttering, his elaboration chases a shuddery exhale: ] Ah β a long time.
[ Sheepish, almost. Of course Astarion is good at this. His clever fingers have picked impossible locks and slung arrows with terrifying precision. He sweeps a hand down Astarionβs back until his knuckles brush the knot at the base of his spine. ]
Before my folly. [ A walking apocalypse makes for a selfish lover. Better that he remain apart from all who might have cared for him, while he resisted the inevitable. ] And that which preceded it. [ Even when Mystra made pieces of herself corporeal, it was nothing like this. ]