[An uncertain laugh pushes its way out of Gale's throat as a smile eases onto him; his brown eyes gaze upon Astarion as though he's never heard such professions of love before - and frankly, he's not sure he ever has, certainly not from anyone else.
Of course Astarion wouldn't want to think of him in that way any longer, to consider him solely for what use he has. That was the pretense under which Astarion had first tried to seduce him, when he was only thinking of survival, of his need to protect himself from Cazador.
They are so much more now.
Gale brings Astarion's hand to his lips, pressing it to his face as he bites back emotion. He squeezes his eyes shut, fighting to keep it contained. A man of so many words, yet he can't find the ones to express himself in that moment.
And so he pulls Astarion closer instead, one hand still clasping his, the other arm wrapping around him in an embrace.]
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Of course Astarion wouldn't want to think of him in that way any longer, to consider him solely for what use he has. That was the pretense under which Astarion had first tried to seduce him, when he was only thinking of survival, of his need to protect himself from Cazador.
They are so much more now.
Gale brings Astarion's hand to his lips, pressing it to his face as he bites back emotion. He squeezes his eyes shut, fighting to keep it contained. A man of so many words, yet he can't find the ones to express himself in that moment.
And so he pulls Astarion closer instead, one hand still clasping his, the other arm wrapping around him in an embrace.]