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๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘˜๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘  ([personal profile] corporeity) wrote in [personal profile] thirsted 2025-01-02 01:11 pm (UTC)

[ Feigning surprise, eyes brightโ€” ]

โ€”There are other people here?

[ In his room, in the whole of the manor, the world. Thatโ€™s the thing about Gale. When his eyes meet anotherโ€™s, the crowd blinks out.

The corners of his mouth quirk, faint but fond. ]


[ quieter, ] That canโ€™t be right.

[ Despite all his chattering and the occasional flustering beneath the mistletoe. My heart remains conflicted, he told Armand, thinking not of the heavens but of their adjoining rooms. A little tousle of his hair into the wind, clearing his face. Not quite tidy, but passable.

He brings a hand to Astarionโ€™s jaw, tipping it delicately. Watching his sharp features stretch and soften, awaiting the warning or gentle pity that would tell him to call the whole thing off. For Gale, itโ€™s now been some weeks since he kissed Astarion โ€” just the once, chased by entwined fingers and lingering glances โ€” time instead spent traipsing through the dark alongside each other, a seemingly simple (terrifying) choice made more complex by the bonds now tethering him. ]


No need to rush, besides, [ a promise tucked inside his phrasing. ] when Iโ€™ve only a step to take.

[ Shoring up his reserves of courage has always been easier when they were buoyed by affection. ]

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