No more magic tonight, dearest. At least none of the arcane sort.
[It's not until this moment, when there's finally a chance to catch his breath, to take in his surroundings, that the strange deja vu of the situation strikes Astarion fully. While the Stones weren't the sort of place he frequented, like any other place in the city, they're known to him through his dalliances and hunting at the behest of Cazador. Sometimes prey would need to be loosened up before he could lure them further into the city, back to his master's lair. He rarely hunted so far afield, so the memories are hazier.
Having Gale here with him is different. There's no worry about whether or not he'll be successful before dawn touches the sky. No need to contemplate escaping into the sewers to avoid the sunlight if he overstayed his welcome. The realization strikes him as he takes in the pale skin of the wizard before him, the faint glow of the orb in his chest. Whatever unconscious desire for Gale it was that guided him here, it was at least in part driven by a need to reclaim the space, to make it his own. No longer a hunting grounds, but fertile ground for something new to grow.
A warmth suffuses through his chest at the thought, his smile softening as he waits for Gale to prepare himself. Tonight, they'll make a new memory for these walls to hold, a better one.]
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[It's not until this moment, when there's finally a chance to catch his breath, to take in his surroundings, that the strange deja vu of the situation strikes Astarion fully. While the Stones weren't the sort of place he frequented, like any other place in the city, they're known to him through his dalliances and hunting at the behest of Cazador. Sometimes prey would need to be loosened up before he could lure them further into the city, back to his master's lair. He rarely hunted so far afield, so the memories are hazier.
Having Gale here with him is different. There's no worry about whether or not he'll be successful before dawn touches the sky. No need to contemplate escaping into the sewers to avoid the sunlight if he overstayed his welcome. The realization strikes him as he takes in the pale skin of the wizard before him, the faint glow of the orb in his chest. Whatever unconscious desire for Gale it was that guided him here, it was at least in part driven by a need to reclaim the space, to make it his own. No longer a hunting grounds, but fertile ground for something new to grow.
A warmth suffuses through his chest at the thought, his smile softening as he waits for Gale to prepare himself. Tonight, they'll make a new memory for these walls to hold, a better one.]