[ Astarion has a smile like hanging stars. Dazzling. Any lingering doubts scattered by its light. Instinctively, Gale tips up to meet him, leaning into the cup of his hand.
And Gale, whose mind is always working, comparing the present to the past, exploring potential problems and constructing their solutions โ a man who could swiftly be called back to the drowning depths โ doesnโt think of anything at all. Ever eager, but calmed, the languid press of his mouth easing into yawning drags. Contented to kiss and be kissed, lips parted on a sigh. Made whole again by Astarionโs perfect mouth. His hand covers Astarionโs at his cheek, to hold and keep him there. ]
Mm. [ Smile dimpling. Love-struck and kiss-stupid on the reverb on the action, unable to think of anything charming or sly to add. I know better than any other reply, for how secure it makes him feel. Chased by a request that warms him from the inside out. To be wanted like that โ itโs different from the approving gaze of a goddess. Gale canโt stop himself from reaching out, releasing Astarionโs hand to gentle his cheek, thumb smoothing around the apple of it. Eyes blown wide, nothing short of adoring. ]
They do look fetching on you.
[ Because of course he noticed, mouth dry and cheeks pinked, attention caught on the slightly too wide neckline, the scent of lavender clinging to the fabric. Astarion, all wrapped up in him, even when stood apart.
His hand falls away, making ripples in the water, then carding back through his hair. ]
Iโll keep that in mind. [ Almost shy. Heโs been โ careful until now. ] Particularly once Shadowheart has a room of her own.
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And Gale, whose mind is always working, comparing the present to the past, exploring potential problems and constructing their solutions โ a man who could swiftly be called back to the drowning depths โ doesnโt think of anything at all. Ever eager, but calmed, the languid press of his mouth easing into yawning drags. Contented to kiss and be kissed, lips parted on a sigh. Made whole again by Astarionโs perfect mouth. His hand covers Astarionโs at his cheek, to hold and keep him there. ]
Mm. [ Smile dimpling. Love-struck and kiss-stupid on the reverb on the action, unable to think of anything charming or sly to add. I know better than any other reply, for how secure it makes him feel. Chased by a request that warms him from the inside out. To be wanted like that โ itโs different from the approving gaze of a goddess. Gale canโt stop himself from reaching out, releasing Astarionโs hand to gentle his cheek, thumb smoothing around the apple of it. Eyes blown wide, nothing short of adoring. ]
They do look fetching on you.
[ Because of course he noticed, mouth dry and cheeks pinked, attention caught on the slightly too wide neckline, the scent of lavender clinging to the fabric. Astarion, all wrapped up in him, even when stood apart.
His hand falls away, making ripples in the water, then carding back through his hair. ]
Iโll keep that in mind. [ Almost shy. Heโs been โ careful until now. ] Particularly once Shadowheart has a room of her own.
[ Some things are meant for their world of two. ]