[The words lack Astarion's usual playful lilt, the subtle flirtation that usually undercuts most things he says. He swallows again as he presses his forehead to Gale's, finding comfort in the familiar gesture. He's still disquieted by the turn of events. His mind is here, his body is here, but every emotion has been swallowed by a gaping maw of emptiness. He doesn't feel himself anymore, and it grips his heart with fear. What if it never returns?
No, he won't let that be. He's free now, he has Gale, and that's worth everything. His lips purse into a tight line, one hand finding Gale's to hold tight to him like an anchor.]
Could I--would you be willing to open yourself to me, darling? Your mind, I mean.
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[The words lack Astarion's usual playful lilt, the subtle flirtation that usually undercuts most things he says. He swallows again as he presses his forehead to Gale's, finding comfort in the familiar gesture. He's still disquieted by the turn of events. His mind is here, his body is here, but every emotion has been swallowed by a gaping maw of emptiness. He doesn't feel himself anymore, and it grips his heart with fear. What if it never returns?
No, he won't let that be. He's free now, he has Gale, and that's worth everything. His lips purse into a tight line, one hand finding Gale's to hold tight to him like an anchor.]
Could I--would you be willing to open yourself to me, darling? Your mind, I mean.