[The orb pulses beneath Astarion's touch in time with Gale's heartbeat as though they were one and the same, the orb as much a part of him as he is of it. He leans forward over Astarion, his eyes locked on his lover, his hair framing his face as his chestnut locks fall all around it.]
And what do you see when you see yourself in my eyes?
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And what do you see when you see yourself in my eyes?