[Through the haze of euphoria, Gale barely hears Astarion call his name, his eyes half-lidded as they land on the vampire before him, a lovesick smile still worn across his face. Gale can't help but admire his perfection, however influenced it may be by his utter adoration for the man: even with his hair slick and flattened from the water, his skin slightly pink from the temperature, his eyes wide and—
Gale sits up just a little straighter, blinking as he looks into those ruby eyes. Something is wrong - he doesn't know just what, but he recognizes that look of quiet alarm.]
Astarion—
[He leans forward, reaching for him. He sets one hand along his neck, his thumb tracing his jawline, his palm atop the bite scars that mar his pale skin; with the other, he cups Astarion's cheek, searching for his gaze all the while.]
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Gale sits up just a little straighter, blinking as he looks into those ruby eyes. Something is wrong - he doesn't know just what, but he recognizes that look of quiet alarm.]
Astarion—
[He leans forward, reaching for him. He sets one hand along his neck, his thumb tracing his jawline, his palm atop the bite scars that mar his pale skin; with the other, he cups Astarion's cheek, searching for his gaze all the while.]
Astarion?