[ Every time Gale earns a laugh, the sound seems fuller, sweeter. He looks back, nerves dissipating under the familiar weight of dark eyes, rounding when they once only narrowed. He ought to make light of it, to hush if you insist as he ducks his head, but heโs struck speechless by the clarity of Astarionโs invitation. Unmistakable.
A final burst of nerves. A hummingbird heartbeat. Then, Gale brings his other hand to Astarionโs cheek, calloused fingers sliding back โ to the shell of his ear, the give of moonlit curls. Both hands touching, tilting, seeking. Awe in the set of his eyes before they shutter. All in the name of a more intentive kiss than before. A little harder, a little surer โ both a kiss for the sake of it and a kiss that could go somewhere. Until โ ]
Apologies. [ Breathless and lingering close in the aftermath, heat blooming on his cheeks. ] I โ Youโre meant to wait until midnight. [ stupidly, ] For the tradition.
[ Impossible to keep his thumb from straying to the corner of Astarionโs pert mouth, even so. To stop himself from thinking about the inherent tenderness of Astarion having kissed a place that isnโt his mouth under the mistletoe. ]
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A final burst of nerves. A hummingbird heartbeat. Then, Gale brings his other hand to Astarionโs cheek, calloused fingers sliding back โ to the shell of his ear, the give of moonlit curls. Both hands touching, tilting, seeking. Awe in the set of his eyes before they shutter. All in the name of a more intentive kiss than before. A little harder, a little surer โ both a kiss for the sake of it and a kiss that could go somewhere. Until โ ]
Apologies. [ Breathless and lingering close in the aftermath, heat blooming on his cheeks. ] I โ Youโre meant to wait until midnight. [ stupidly, ] For the tradition.
[ Impossible to keep his thumb from straying to the corner of Astarionโs pert mouth, even so. To stop himself from thinking about the inherent tenderness of Astarion having kissed a place that isnโt his mouth under the mistletoe. ]