[Dearest. Gods, that pet name alone makes his heart sing.
He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Astarion's lips. Despite the desire welling in his chest, it's a soft, restrained embrace, followed by a second: both are colored by an irrepressible grin. Astarion is practically bare before him, but Gale can hardly take his eyes off his face, his crimson eyes, the soft curls of his hair, the way his skin creases unevenly as he smiles.]
You are a sight, Astarion. You truly are.
[He lets Astarion's robe fall the rest of the way, clasping his hand to lead him to the bath.]
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He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Astarion's lips. Despite the desire welling in his chest, it's a soft, restrained embrace, followed by a second: both are colored by an irrepressible grin. Astarion is practically bare before him, but Gale can hardly take his eyes off his face, his crimson eyes, the soft curls of his hair, the way his skin creases unevenly as he smiles.]
You are a sight, Astarion. You truly are.
[He lets Astarion's robe fall the rest of the way, clasping his hand to lead him to the bath.]
Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?