[Astarion can feel Gale's fear as well as he can hear it, smell it. The smell of his blood is an acrid undercurrent on the air that the breeze brings back to his attention as Gale's heartbeat thunders in his ears. Astarion reaches for Gale instinctively, pulling him closer. He knows the feeling all too well.
When the moment quiets, he presses his hand against the center of Gale's back, holding the wizard to him as he leaves a firm kiss against Gale's temple.]
Let's not linger then. The place I need is... It's not far from here.
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When the moment quiets, he presses his hand against the center of Gale's back, holding the wizard to him as he leaves a firm kiss against Gale's temple.]
Let's not linger then. The place I need is... It's not far from here.