[Gale's smile widens as he sets his arms across Astarion's around him. Though dimly aware he's a mess, he can't find it in him to care too much as he revels in the coolness of Astarion's skin, his breath against the back of his ear, and the tranquility that comes from being held by the man for whom he cares the most.]
She'll be delighted to hear she had a hand in this, however indirect. You can tell her what a scoundrel I am, taking your shirts without permission.
[Despite being exhausted and sweaty, he feels wanted, grounded in his physical body - he certainly never felt that way with Mystra. Making love to her was abstract, intangible - euphoric in its own way, but with methods that often left him feeling like he'd never be enough for her, never be enough to satisfy her as a mere mortal.
Now, he's almost glad he turned out to be such a failure in that regard. Were he still enamored with her, he wouldn't have Astarion, wouldn't know what this felt like. As he relaxes, he cannot picture wanting anyone else.
He sighs quietly, content.] Once all this is over, I just need to deal with the orb and hope my life hasn't been cut too short on account of its effects.
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She'll be delighted to hear she had a hand in this, however indirect. You can tell her what a scoundrel I am, taking your shirts without permission.
[Despite being exhausted and sweaty, he feels wanted, grounded in his physical body - he certainly never felt that way with Mystra. Making love to her was abstract, intangible - euphoric in its own way, but with methods that often left him feeling like he'd never be enough for her, never be enough to satisfy her as a mere mortal.
Now, he's almost glad he turned out to be such a failure in that regard. Were he still enamored with her, he wouldn't have Astarion, wouldn't know what this felt like. As he relaxes, he cannot picture wanting anyone else.
He sighs quietly, content.] Once all this is over, I just need to deal with the orb and hope my life hasn't been cut too short on account of its effects.