[ Gale can hardly process the sound that escapes Astarion’s pert mouth, too lost in the outrage piloting his limbs. (He’ll recall more clearly later, in the privacy of his tent tonight, exhausted and overthinking the events of the morning. A sound so desperate and wanting that it had to have been genuine. An echo of his own feelings or — )
Heat colours his neck, his cheeks, the tips of his ears, flushed with anger and embarrassment both. Beneath him, Astarion has never looked more alive. Not quite fearful but alert. Normally, he’s so faraway, voice lilting and distant despite the ever-present charm. Even so, Astarion’s choked breath and hoarse words bring him no pleasure. If anything, they expose the hollowness of this fight.
He tries to gain purchase in the sand, knees shifting, but only succeeds in stretching Astarion’s thighs wider, palm sliding the divot of his hip, bodies flush from top to toe as he slips. A soft sound escapes his throat. ]
[ His eyes dark with irritation. ] Oh, fuck off. [ They’re too entangled for him to disengage now, so he drags Astarion closer once more. ]
I’m done. [ Droplets fall from his shoulder onto Astarion’s flat stomach. With effort, Gale ignores them to focus on his too-wide eyes. Beautiful, despite his cruelty. ] Let go, and I’ll leave you be.
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Heat colours his neck, his cheeks, the tips of his ears, flushed with anger and embarrassment both. Beneath him, Astarion has never looked more alive. Not quite fearful but alert. Normally, he’s so faraway, voice lilting and distant despite the ever-present charm. Even so, Astarion’s choked breath and hoarse words bring him no pleasure. If anything, they expose the hollowness of this fight.
He tries to gain purchase in the sand, knees shifting, but only succeeds in stretching Astarion’s thighs wider, palm sliding the divot of his hip, bodies flush from top to toe as he slips. A soft sound escapes his throat. ]
[ His eyes dark with irritation. ] Oh, fuck off. [ They’re too entangled for him to disengage now, so he drags Astarion closer once more. ]
I’m done. [ Droplets fall from his shoulder onto Astarion’s flat stomach. With effort, Gale ignores them to focus on his too-wide eyes. Beautiful, despite his cruelty. ] Let go, and I’ll leave you be.
[ To wash, to drown. It matters not. ]