[ It’s all Gale needs to free his leg and slam his hand against Astarion’s chest, throwing all his strength and weight into rolling him on his back. Even in the shallows, Astarion will take on water from going under.
His tunic bunches higher, lower back exposed to the breeze. Between the alcohol and the water, there’s a chill in his bones already. ]
Hah — [ There’s no untangling himself, at this stage, and he ends up pressed between Astarion’s legs and flush against him, hand pressing his sternum until he can lift his head. He doesn’t have time to mimic Astarion’s hold on him, so he revels in the fleeting win while he can. ]
[ breathless, ] Not so nice to be spied on, is it.
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His tunic bunches higher, lower back exposed to the breeze. Between the alcohol and the water, there’s a chill in his bones already. ]
Hah — [ There’s no untangling himself, at this stage, and he ends up pressed between Astarion’s legs and flush against him, hand pressing his sternum until he can lift his head. He doesn’t have time to mimic Astarion’s hold on him, so he revels in the fleeting win while he can. ]
[ breathless, ] Not so nice to be spied on, is it.