Havenโt you already? [ teasing, though thereโs a low undercurrent of truth. He had thought it would be easy, to obey Mystraโs summons and speed to the end he was already nearing. But the closer he finds himself to the precipice, the clearer Astarionโs voice rings in his ear, calling him back from the ledge. Weโll find another way. Any other way. The kiss to his blight echoes it.
Gale edges toward the unsayable again, confession climbing his throat. Astarion looks at once soft and too-pleased, equal parts tender and wanting. In lieu of saying it โ of saying anything more โ Gale tugs on their linked hands and tightens his arm around Astarion to hold him close, nose buried in his curls. ]
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Gale edges toward the unsayable again, confession climbing his throat. Astarion looks at once soft and too-pleased, equal parts tender and wanting. In lieu of saying it โ of saying anything more โ Gale tugs on their linked hands and tightens his arm around Astarion to hold him close, nose buried in his curls. ]