[Oh, that nip is terribly enticing. Gale is all too happy to follow Astarion, wearing what is likely the same expression he had when believed it was Astarion luring him away from camp: his lips are curled in a smile, creasing his eyes in lovesick adoration.
With the way the beds are arranged, the screen offers them a surprising amount of privacy, as the sleeping quarters are set in pairs, a short wall separating two beds from two more. With Astarion's bed set in a corner and a half-wall behind Gale's - and now the screen in front of the entrance to the space - it's almost as though they have their own room, four walls and everything. Though perhaps not as private as the tents at their previous camps, it will be just as soundproof when it comes to any romantic activities they may indulge in - which is to say, not at all.
Good thing they're alone. As his only other experience in being bitten by a vampire was when Astarion's sibling nearly ripped his throat out, he's not sure how he'll take it. He's thought about it a number of times, is certain he'll enjoy it on account of Astarion's presence - as well as the sense of accomplishment he'll gain from having solved his blood problem, albeit temporarily. However, the thought that it won't be enough lingers in the back of his mind; it will be back to the proverbial drawing board if it isn't.
He pulls off his ruined tunic; the long cuts in it weren't doing him any favors, and he'd rather it not be in the way. Once it's gone, tossed to the side, he can't help but bring his hands back to Astarion, one cupping his cheek while the other rests on his shoulder.]
It's almost like sharing our tents. A space just for us.
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With the way the beds are arranged, the screen offers them a surprising amount of privacy, as the sleeping quarters are set in pairs, a short wall separating two beds from two more. With Astarion's bed set in a corner and a half-wall behind Gale's - and now the screen in front of the entrance to the space - it's almost as though they have their own room, four walls and everything. Though perhaps not as private as the tents at their previous camps, it will be just as soundproof when it comes to any romantic activities they may indulge in - which is to say, not at all.
Good thing they're alone. As his only other experience in being bitten by a vampire was when Astarion's sibling nearly ripped his throat out, he's not sure how he'll take it. He's thought about it a number of times, is certain he'll enjoy it on account of Astarion's presence - as well as the sense of accomplishment he'll gain from having solved his blood problem, albeit temporarily. However, the thought that it won't be enough lingers in the back of his mind; it will be back to the proverbial drawing board if it isn't.
He pulls off his ruined tunic; the long cuts in it weren't doing him any favors, and he'd rather it not be in the way. Once it's gone, tossed to the side, he can't help but bring his hands back to Astarion, one cupping his cheek while the other rests on his shoulder.]
It's almost like sharing our tents. A space just for us.