[A shiver runs through Astarion as the warmth of that feeling suffuses through him. There's a faint hitch as he draws in a breath, pressing himself impossibly closer to Gale. The flutter is so soft, so precious, that he nearly shies away from it for fear that his own darkness might just snuff it out. Yet after a moment, a quiet beat of Gale's heart, that feeling finds its echo in Astarion.
He remembers the moment, the promise of a kiss for every day they'd have together, the poetry that Gale gave him as the golden light of the sun crept over them both. His love for Gale is there too, finding its own footing in a mirror of Gale's love for him. The way that the warmth of Gale's body against his soothed him, the quiet contentment of their hands joined together.
Slowly, much like the morning sun burning away the morning dew, the darkness begins to quiet within him. He give a quiet, heavy sigh as he feels it ebb. Even though Gale's mind has soothed him, warmed him from within, he still feels worn out from the whole experience. He lifts a hand to Gale's cheek, brushing his knuckles across it, letting his fingertips trail along the line of his jaw, through the hair of his beard.]
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He remembers the moment, the promise of a kiss for every day they'd have together, the poetry that Gale gave him as the golden light of the sun crept over them both. His love for Gale is there too, finding its own footing in a mirror of Gale's love for him. The way that the warmth of Gale's body against his soothed him, the quiet contentment of their hands joined together.
Slowly, much like the morning sun burning away the morning dew, the darkness begins to quiet within him. He give a quiet, heavy sigh as he feels it ebb. Even though Gale's mind has soothed him, warmed him from within, he still feels worn out from the whole experience. He lifts a hand to Gale's cheek, brushing his knuckles across it, letting his fingertips trail along the line of his jaw, through the hair of his beard.]
I won't let you go. Ever.