[Astarion startles a moment before he slowly puts his arms around Gale in return. He draws him in, pressing his face into Gale's damp hair. He's so unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, he has to remember what to do with himself.
It's also the silence of the gesture, the sheer emotion he saw in Gale's eyes. He's coming to know how much it means when Gale is without words. He takes the moment to just feel Gale against him, to feel the heat of his skin, breathe him in.]
I'd like it. Being equals. Neither of us above the other. On the same footing.
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It's also the silence of the gesture, the sheer emotion he saw in Gale's eyes. He's coming to know how much it means when Gale is without words. He takes the moment to just feel Gale against him, to feel the heat of his skin, breathe him in.]
I'd like it. Being equals. Neither of us above the other. On the same footing.