[It could be the fever, it could be the blood loss. Thankfully Astarion is attentive enough to how his feeding might effect someone now that he's in the habit of feeding from their leader. Though the sensation and thrill of Gale's blood does push that from his mind for a long moment. He doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to end this. But when Gale's body starts to shiver and shudder beneath him, he's able to exert his self-control enough to stop. His tongue runs across the wounds to help them close, and for one last taste of Gale's blood so he can savor it on his tongue.
He looks up to Gale once he's done, his cheeks flushed, lips still a dark red from Gale's blood. His hands seek out Gale's face, running through his hair and feeling his forehead just to confirm that he's not in any danger of passing out. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, a deep satisfaction rumbling through him.]
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He looks up to Gale once he's done, his cheeks flushed, lips still a dark red from Gale's blood. His hands seek out Gale's face, running through his hair and feeling his forehead just to confirm that he's not in any danger of passing out. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, a deep satisfaction rumbling through him.]
Dearest Gale. My love.