[ A small smile. ] Do try not to let it inflate your ego, but I happen to enjoy your company.
[ Even before this strange affair of theirs, when it was simply bickering in step on the road. And Gale would hate to leave him like this, on such an uneasy note.
Despite his best efforts, he feels bereft at the loss of closeness. Gods above, itโs ill-advised, isnโt it? To find himself wanting for things after months of denial. Thereโs no good end to this, but thatโs never stopped Gale before. ]
Just a little while, then, hm? [ He fishes in his pockets for something, pulling out a little notebook and opening it on his lap, attention diverting to sketch-marked pages, littered with notes in his neat, looping hand. Swotting up on his spells, for want of lighter reading material. He glances sideways at Astarion, checking in. ]
Iโll be out of your tousled hair within the hour.
I am the best company in camp by a very wide margin. [ Lighter than the usual self-important preening, grateful that Gale is... Well, grateful for all of this, at the moment. He could easily have sent Gale away for the night, but maybe it's better to not be left with his thoughts just yet.
Astarion gets up long enough to step outside for his book, then settles back into the tent, lying on his side with his legs stretched into Gale's space, a foot resting idly by his hip. It's carefully composed, in a way, a just-perceptible self-consciousness in Astarion's movements and positioning, but there's still an openness to being close that's new to him. ]
[ Gale gives an affirmative hum in answer. He doesnโt know who else would be content to read with him in silence, at any rate. His mouth quirks as Astarion edges into his space, relief softening his features.
Apart from the occasional sly look, Gale proceeds as promised. Itโs quiet โ and intimate in its own right, something he never had with his goddess. He has to make a concerted effort not to dwell on that.
After the better part of an hour, Gale stifles a yawn with his hand. Tidying his book away, he reaches out to clasp Astarionโs ankle, thumb smoothing over the knot of the bone to get his attention. ]
My cue to retire, Iโm afraid. [ Another brush of his fingers before he pulls away, standing with a slight crack of his knees. ] Goodnight, Astarion.
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[ Even before this strange affair of theirs, when it was simply bickering in step on the road. And Gale would hate to leave him like this, on such an uneasy note.
Despite his best efforts, he feels bereft at the loss of closeness. Gods above, itโs ill-advised, isnโt it? To find himself wanting for things after months of denial. Thereโs no good end to this, but thatโs never stopped Gale before. ]
Just a little while, then, hm? [ He fishes in his pockets for something, pulling out a little notebook and opening it on his lap, attention diverting to sketch-marked pages, littered with notes in his neat, looping hand. Swotting up on his spells, for want of lighter reading material. He glances sideways at Astarion, checking in. ]
Iโll be out of your tousled hair within the hour.
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Astarion gets up long enough to step outside for his book, then settles back into the tent, lying on his side with his legs stretched into Gale's space, a foot resting idly by his hip. It's carefully composed, in a way, a just-perceptible self-consciousness in Astarion's movements and positioning, but there's still an openness to being close that's new to him. ]
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Apart from the occasional sly look, Gale proceeds as promised. Itโs quiet โ and intimate in its own right, something he never had with his goddess. He has to make a concerted effort not to dwell on that.
After the better part of an hour, Gale stifles a yawn with his hand. Tidying his book away, he reaches out to clasp Astarionโs ankle, thumb smoothing over the knot of the bone to get his attention. ]
My cue to retire, Iโm afraid. [ Another brush of his fingers before he pulls away, standing with a slight crack of his knees. ] Goodnight, Astarion.