[ If Astarion were honest, he'd offer that he's not quite accustomed to all of this, either. The teasing and seduction, yes, but the pillow talk before they've shared more than a brief kiss? Anything he experienced like this in his life before death has long been blotted out by everything that came after.
He presses his thumb lightly to one puncture wound, the jagged-edged skin and broken blood vessels around it. ]
Continuing our mutual arrangement? [ Which Astarion very much wants, obviously. He brushes Gale's hair back over his shoulder, gaze flicking to meet his again and then lingering at his lips. ] Or the other part.
[ There is a strange novelty to only being able to go so far with this man, a challenge to drawing out the tease. And maybe--though he's not looking at this directly, either--there's something that feels safe about not being able to just fuck Gale and discard him. The rules are different, and learning new steps to this dance means Astarion can actually be present in it, for once. ]
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He presses his thumb lightly to one puncture wound, the jagged-edged skin and broken blood vessels around it. ]
Continuing our mutual arrangement? [ Which Astarion very much wants, obviously. He brushes Gale's hair back over his shoulder, gaze flicking to meet his again and then lingering at his lips. ] Or the other part.
[ There is a strange novelty to only being able to go so far with this man, a challenge to drawing out the tease. And maybe--though he's not looking at this directly, either--there's something that feels safe about not being able to just fuck Gale and discard him. The rules are different, and learning new steps to this dance means Astarion can actually be present in it, for once. ]