[Gale smiles up at him, his grin lopsided, that earring of his tangled in his hair as color spreads across his ears and down to his neck and shoulders.]
I could say the same for you.
[He pulls at his own borrowed shirt, untucking the bottom from his equally borrowed pants. He barely manages to remove the former garment before his hands reach for Astarion again, the shirt joining the vest on the ground as he leans against the back of the chair and pulls his lover toward him, begging to feel his skin.]
I had wine the color of your eyes tonight, but its sweetness could not compare to you.
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I could say the same for you.
[He pulls at his own borrowed shirt, untucking the bottom from his equally borrowed pants. He barely manages to remove the former garment before his hands reach for Astarion again, the shirt joining the vest on the ground as he leans against the back of the chair and pulls his lover toward him, begging to feel his skin.]
I had wine the color of your eyes tonight, but its sweetness could not compare to you.