[ Astarion, blessedly, isn't hungover when Tav gathers their party to venture out. He's half-prepared for Gale's blood to leave him poisoned after the pleasure ebbs, but if anything he feels more bolstered than usual, raring to go.
Gale, meanwhile, looks far worse in the light of day than he did last night. Astarion doesn't feel any guilt about blood freely given and happily taken, though he does wonder at the wisdom of Tav bringing Gale along when he looks one errant crossbow dart away from fainting on them all.
He's also very obviously avoiding Astarion, which might be funny if it didn't sting a little. Of course Gale must regret their arrangement; only desperate men make deals with vampires. Through the haze of smoke, Astarion catches the glint of Gale's earring as he lifts his fingers to press at the puncture marks, and Astarion has to flick his own gaze away, tongue soothing over a fang as he remembers the taste of him, the feeling of him.
All things equal, Astarion prefers pilfering chests that aren't on fire, but beggars can't be choosers. He had--perhaps naively--envisioned walking away with a veritable buffet of arcane goods for Gale to feast on (and possibly a few to keep for himself). Instead, he only manages two today: a pair of leather bracers and a gemstone necklace off the charred corpse of a Flaming Fist.
They all smell like ash and viscera by the end of the day. Astarion watches Gale skulk away from the campfire, and Shadowheart gives Astarion the barest quirk of a brow when he slips away to follow, offering her a flash of teeth in return.
Astarion knows he's quiet as death, padding up behind Gale where he sits on the riverbank. Gale's been jumpy all day, so Astarion, of course, is going to press that button rather than leave it be, only speaking once he's practically at Gale's ear. ]
Come by my tent after dinner, will you?
[ He's fastened the necklace just under the collar of his shirt, a pretty blue gem that sits in the dip of his collarbone, flashes just so in the moonlight as he thumbs the laces of his shirt. Astarion's half-tempted to keep this one for himself once he figures out what it does, honestly. ]
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Gale, meanwhile, looks far worse in the light of day than he did last night. Astarion doesn't feel any guilt about blood freely given and happily taken, though he does wonder at the wisdom of Tav bringing Gale along when he looks one errant crossbow dart away from fainting on them all.
He's also very obviously avoiding Astarion, which might be funny if it didn't sting a little. Of course Gale must regret their arrangement; only desperate men make deals with vampires. Through the haze of smoke, Astarion catches the glint of Gale's earring as he lifts his fingers to press at the puncture marks, and Astarion has to flick his own gaze away, tongue soothing over a fang as he remembers the taste of him, the feeling of him.
All things equal, Astarion prefers pilfering chests that aren't on fire, but beggars can't be choosers. He had--perhaps naively--envisioned walking away with a veritable buffet of arcane goods for Gale to feast on (and possibly a few to keep for himself). Instead, he only manages two today: a pair of leather bracers and a gemstone necklace off the charred corpse of a Flaming Fist.
They all smell like ash and viscera by the end of the day. Astarion watches Gale skulk away from the campfire, and Shadowheart gives Astarion the barest quirk of a brow when he slips away to follow, offering her a flash of teeth in return.
Astarion knows he's quiet as death, padding up behind Gale where he sits on the riverbank. Gale's been jumpy all day, so Astarion, of course, is going to press that button rather than leave it be, only speaking once he's practically at Gale's ear. ]
Come by my tent after dinner, will you?
[ He's fastened the necklace just under the collar of his shirt, a pretty blue gem that sits in the dip of his collarbone, flashes just so in the moonlight as he thumbs the laces of his shirt. Astarion's half-tempted to keep this one for himself once he figures out what it does, honestly. ]
Unless you don't care to be discreet about this.