[Gale's hazel eyes are nearly lost in the darkness, but Astarion can no doubt see them well enough to he he speaks the truth. His smile tugs at the corners of his mouth; it remains as he returns to Astarion's neck, grazing slowly down his throat, whispering into his skin.]
My devotion for you runs deeper than for any other being, any god or goddess. With you, I forget them. I don't need them.
[He takes his time to occasionally drag his teeth or leave a hot, bruising kiss along Astarion's chest. The way the color flourishes on him is enticing, intense.]
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[Gale's hazel eyes are nearly lost in the darkness, but Astarion can no doubt see them well enough to he he speaks the truth. His smile tugs at the corners of his mouth; it remains as he returns to Astarion's neck, grazing slowly down his throat, whispering into his skin.]
My devotion for you runs deeper than for any other being, any god or goddess. With you, I forget them. I don't need them.
[He takes his time to occasionally drag his teeth or leave a hot, bruising kiss along Astarion's chest. The way the color flourishes on him is enticing, intense.]