[ Itโs awful, bitter jealousy tainting their connection. Itโs everything Gale might have been able to give her, if he were braver. And still he latches onto irrelevant details, turning over the taste of blood in his mind, tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth.
Unfortunately, Astarionโs invasion shakes something loose. Reciprocity. Gale on his knees for his goddess against the shimmering backdrop of astral, head bowed in enthusiastic devotion. In place of salt and sweat, near cloying sweetness settles on his tongue. Chosen, the praise reverberating in his very core. Gale on his back, then โ or is it suspended over infinity โ arching at the impossible stretch of something inside him, pliable yet firm. He doesnโt think he can take it, but he can. He will, until she decides otherwise. A trust so complete, so sure, it envelops him entirely even as he shudders, overwhelmed.
He uses all his strength to push Astarion underwater, one hand curled in his hair (just like in the terrible vision) and the other slipping over his chest. At the same time, Gale shuts Astarion out of his mind, a door slammed in his face. ]
You have no right โ [ To share that, to see what Galeโs mind conjures in answer. He yanks Astarionโs head up and to one side, grip harsh. ] She chose you, she trusted you, and you would risk her to spite me. [ with venom in every word: ] Youโre lower than I thought.
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Unfortunately, Astarionโs invasion shakes something loose. Reciprocity. Gale on his knees for his goddess against the shimmering backdrop of astral, head bowed in enthusiastic devotion. In place of salt and sweat, near cloying sweetness settles on his tongue. Chosen, the praise reverberating in his very core. Gale on his back, then โ or is it suspended over infinity โ arching at the impossible stretch of something inside him, pliable yet firm. He doesnโt think he can take it, but he can. He will, until she decides otherwise. A trust so complete, so sure, it envelops him entirely even as he shudders, overwhelmed.
He uses all his strength to push Astarion underwater, one hand curled in his hair (just like in the terrible vision) and the other slipping over his chest. At the same time, Gale shuts Astarion out of his mind, a door slammed in his face. ]
You have no right โ [ To share that, to see what Galeโs mind conjures in answer. He yanks Astarionโs head up and to one side, grip harsh. ] She chose you, she trusted you, and you would risk her to spite me. [ with venom in every word: ] Youโre lower than I thought.