[Pulsing in time with the orb, Gale's heartbeat is warm and calm, steady as opposed to the thundering rhythm it so often beats in Astarion's company. Though he tries not to let it bleed into his voice, Gale can't help but wonder just how many days in each other's company they might have, even if they do survive all they face. Mystra had implied she'd remove the orb if he brought her the crown, so perhaps they'll have more than Gale thinks.
... but she hadn't said it outright, had she? Surely the goddess who demanded his death for some semblance of forgiveness wouldn't make promises she doesn't intend to keep.
That's a distressing thought, and one Gale doesn't want to ponder a moment longer, knowing just how heavy his heart will become if he does. He wants to rest in Astarion's arms, enjoy the evening, revel in his newfound freedom and the intimacy they've shared. Gale wants his love to carry him farther than the orb may ever allow.
It's a bridge they will cross eventually, but not now. Not tonight. He takes a deep breath - from beyond the tent comes the smell of food, as Wyll has apparently finished cooking.]
I suppose we should join the others. They'll no doubt want to celebrate your victory.
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... but she hadn't said it outright, had she? Surely the goddess who demanded his death for some semblance of forgiveness wouldn't make promises she doesn't intend to keep.
That's a distressing thought, and one Gale doesn't want to ponder a moment longer, knowing just how heavy his heart will become if he does. He wants to rest in Astarion's arms, enjoy the evening, revel in his newfound freedom and the intimacy they've shared. Gale wants his love to carry him farther than the orb may ever allow.
It's a bridge they will cross eventually, but not now. Not tonight. He takes a deep breath - from beyond the tent comes the smell of food, as Wyll has apparently finished cooking.]
I suppose we should join the others. They'll no doubt want to celebrate your victory.