[With his heart aching on his lover's behalf, Gale holds Astarion for as long as he needs, rubbing soothing circles into his back as the vampire chokes and sobs against his shoulder. When he finally feels he can pull away, he doesn't go far, his hands remaining on Astarion's cheeks as he pulls back just enough for their eyes to meet. They are full of hope and sadness, but also love and warmth, sympathy and compassion carving into the rest of his features.
He'd insist Astarion get clean sooner so he could better comfort him, but it won't be soon enough, he things. He'll just have to close the gap himself.]
Here. A moment.
[With one hand still in Astarion's reach, he pulls off his boots and steps right into the basin himself, using magic to ensure it's big enough for them both. It's still a rather tight fit, but enough that he can sit down - and more importantly, that he can hold Astarion, should he want that. His clothes are plenty wet as it is.]
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He'd insist Astarion get clean sooner so he could better comfort him, but it won't be soon enough, he things. He'll just have to close the gap himself.]
Here. A moment.
[With one hand still in Astarion's reach, he pulls off his boots and steps right into the basin himself, using magic to ensure it's big enough for them both. It's still a rather tight fit, but enough that he can sit down - and more importantly, that he can hold Astarion, should he want that. His clothes are plenty wet as it is.]