[For as much as he saw it all coming, the words still put a flutter in Astarion's stomach. They draw the breath from his lungs, stilling the entire world for just this moment. He has to remind himself to breathe again so that he can give voice to his words, so he can answer Gale properly. Yet even still the first words he speaks are nearly whispered for how mush he rushes to push them past his lips.]

You know, I'd rather given up on the thought of such a mundane thing as marriage. As promising my life to someone, domestic bliss and all of that. But you've changed that. Through your words, your heart. Your faith in me, your trust.

[He pauses, gathering himself. His gaze trails down to their joined hands, Gale's darkened skin against his own pallor, with the same blood beating through them both now. It brings a smile to his face, they've already bound themselves to each other in so many ways, what's one more? He draws Gale's hand up to his lips as he lifts his gaze again, meeting Gale's eyes with a look of warmth and adoration.]

You gave me a life again, one I can live in any way I choose.

[He presses a kiss to the inside of Gale's wrist, against his racing pulse.]

I can truly think of no better way to spend it than at your side.