Darling, you've gone through half the closet in the last half hour. What happened to trusting my judgement in this, hm?
[Astarion, meanwhile, is in all honesty doing no better shape than his fiance. He's just better at hiding it. He's probably buttoned and unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve a dozen times just to have something to do with his hands that isn't tugging at the collar of his shirt to make sure it covers the rather obvious bite marks.
Fussing over Gale is the perfect excuse to ignore his own nerves in this situation. After all, the brain being defeated and their skulls blissfully tadpole free just means that Astarion's regained all the natural qualities of a vampire spawn the little parasite suppressed. Although Gale's ring now sits snug on his finger, the enchantments aren't quite complete yet, so he's been relegated to the shadows ever since their arrival in Waterdeep. That's not to mention the rather intimidating prospect of entertaining the mother of his future husband. He has every confidence that he'll be able to charm her, as he has so many times before, but on the same hand this is completely unlike anything he's ever done before. He's a master of seduction, of deception, not of making a good impression on his future mother-in-law.
Best to ignore that for now, though. He rises from where he's been lounging on a chaise, watching Gale wear his carpet bare with his pacing. He closes on Gale, putting one hand to his shoulder while the other fixes his tie in place.]
The white would wash you out. Just leave the purple on, why don't we? It brings out the loveliest color in your eyes.
[The tie sorted, he catches Gale's chin with his fingertips, tilting his lover's head up to meet his gaze with a smile.]
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[Astarion, meanwhile, is in all honesty doing no better shape than his fiance. He's just better at hiding it. He's probably buttoned and unbuttoned the cuff of his sleeve a dozen times just to have something to do with his hands that isn't tugging at the collar of his shirt to make sure it covers the rather obvious bite marks.
Fussing over Gale is the perfect excuse to ignore his own nerves in this situation. After all, the brain being defeated and their skulls blissfully tadpole free just means that Astarion's regained all the natural qualities of a vampire spawn the little parasite suppressed. Although Gale's ring now sits snug on his finger, the enchantments aren't quite complete yet, so he's been relegated to the shadows ever since their arrival in Waterdeep. That's not to mention the rather intimidating prospect of entertaining the mother of his future husband. He has every confidence that he'll be able to charm her, as he has so many times before, but on the same hand this is completely unlike anything he's ever done before. He's a master of seduction, of deception, not of making a good impression on his future mother-in-law.
Best to ignore that for now, though. He rises from where he's been lounging on a chaise, watching Gale wear his carpet bare with his pacing. He closes on Gale, putting one hand to his shoulder while the other fixes his tie in place.]
The white would wash you out. Just leave the purple on, why don't we? It brings out the loveliest color in your eyes.
[The tie sorted, he catches Gale's chin with his fingertips, tilting his lover's head up to meet his gaze with a smile.]