[Glad he doesn't have to wait long, Gale reaches to touch Astarion's face, to keep looking into those crimson eyes that so arrest him; some would consider them the eyes of a monster, but for Gale, they are compassionate, caring.]
I'm sure I could have conjured something, if I had half a mind to.
[He pulls in another deep breath, wanting to get lost in the smell of Astarion's skin, in the passion between them, in the heat radiating off his own face.]
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I'm sure I could have conjured something, if I had half a mind to.
[He pulls in another deep breath, wanting to get lost in the smell of Astarion's skin, in the passion between them, in the heat radiating off his own face.]
Let's get back to it, shall we?