Gladly. You might feel a little better once you're no longer drenched in his blood.
[If nothing else, it will take Gale's mind off the fact that Astarion is painfully, incredibly, undeniably handsome when coated in it. He's not a violent man by most measures, but he can't help how his heart beats just a little faster at the thought of his beloved reveling in a victory on the battlefield. If only he'd had the chance to do that this time.
There will be other battles - they still have an Elder Brain and the Chosen of the Dead Three to deal with. For now, Gale focuses himself entirely on Astarion's comfort, on helping him feel whole again. He undoes his robe, sliding out of it and leaving it draped over a chair, rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt before grabbing a washcloth.]
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[If nothing else, it will take Gale's mind off the fact that Astarion is painfully, incredibly, undeniably handsome when coated in it. He's not a violent man by most measures, but he can't help how his heart beats just a little faster at the thought of his beloved reveling in a victory on the battlefield. If only he'd had the chance to do that this time.
There will be other battles - they still have an Elder Brain and the Chosen of the Dead Three to deal with. For now, Gale focuses himself entirely on Astarion's comfort, on helping him feel whole again. He undoes his robe, sliding out of it and leaving it draped over a chair, rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt before grabbing a washcloth.]