[Despite how painfully, impossibly red he is, Gale can't help but laugh at Astarion's mischievous predilections. He should have known they'd be walked in on eventually, and yet, he couldn't help himself.
And still can't, apparently. Gods, he's in love - there's no denying that, no matter how embarrassed he may be. At least Karlach was a good sport, ever-supportive of their coupling.]
I would hope so. If anyone can be a distraction, it's Karlach.
[He runs his hand through Astarion's hair, gazing down at him, the tips of his fingers brushing against those pale, pointed ears.]
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And still can't, apparently. Gods, he's in love - there's no denying that, no matter how embarrassed he may be. At least Karlach was a good sport, ever-supportive of their coupling.]
I would hope so. If anyone can be a distraction, it's Karlach.
[He runs his hand through Astarion's hair, gazing down at him, the tips of his fingers brushing against those pale, pointed ears.]
I should've known you'd be trouble.