[ Whatever sweet lull theyβd fallen into has passed. Astarion returns to himself with remarkable skill and without preamble. The sudden pivot gives Gale a slight startle, eyebrows lifting.
It feels very much as though heβs been caught looking in the memory and touching in the present, doubly damned by his unsubtle desires. A hot flush rises from his throat to his cheeks, hyper-aware of Astarionβs hands on him. ]
You canβt have got all that from the back of your head. [ Although it means having to slip his hand from those lovely curls, he cuffs Astarion on the ear playfully to emphasise the point. ]
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It feels very much as though heβs been caught looking in the memory and touching in the present, doubly damned by his unsubtle desires. A hot flush rises from his throat to his cheeks, hyper-aware of Astarionβs hands on him. ]
You canβt have got all that from the back of your head. [ Although it means having to slip his hand from those lovely curls, he cuffs Astarion on the ear playfully to emphasise the point. ]