[ His lashes flutter as Astarion increases the pressure on his wound, a pleasant sort of ache. Rejection seems unlikely at this stage, but Gale is an observer, by nature, assessing Astarionโs expression, his answers, for clues as to how he should proceed.
The way Astarion looks at him now is wanting, unaided by bloodlust or desperation. Had Mystra ever regarded him with anything so open, so human? He blinks the thought away, focusing on the nails playing at raw skin, the red eyes that he suddenly thinks of as warm instead of warning.
Interesting, that Astarion considers their intimacy to be separate from the deal. A relief, though he hadnโt realised it worried him until now. ]
The agreement. [ His lips turn up a little, almost sly. ] And the other part.
[ As he speaks, Gale is already leaning up to prove it. He catches Astarionโs cheek in his hand, jaw sharp in the cup of his palm. Thereโs still that ever-present hum of nervous energy around him (nothing to do with the orb, and everything to do with Gale). It quiets a bit, when he kisses Astarion soundly, numerous possibilities fizzling and settling into a singular action. ]
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The way Astarion looks at him now is wanting, unaided by bloodlust or desperation. Had Mystra ever regarded him with anything so open, so human? He blinks the thought away, focusing on the nails playing at raw skin, the red eyes that he suddenly thinks of as warm instead of warning.
Interesting, that Astarion considers their intimacy to be separate from the deal. A relief, though he hadnโt realised it worried him until now. ]
The agreement. [ His lips turn up a little, almost sly. ] And the other part.
[ As he speaks, Gale is already leaning up to prove it. He catches Astarionโs cheek in his hand, jaw sharp in the cup of his palm. Thereโs still that ever-present hum of nervous energy around him (nothing to do with the orb, and everything to do with Gale). It quiets a bit, when he kisses Astarion soundly, numerous possibilities fizzling and settling into a singular action. ]