[Gale meets Astarion's eyes, his hand reaching up to touch his earring as though it'd have gone somewhere. He's had that adornment for years, was so proud of it once. It let everyone know he belonged to her.
He belongs to someone else now, and the idea of having another mark of Astarion's claim — something to go with that on his neck — is thrilling in a way he dares not express in front of his mother. The corner of his mouth tugs upward into a lopsided smile as he tries to find an appropriate response.]
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He belongs to someone else now, and the idea of having another mark of Astarion's claim — something to go with that on his neck — is thrilling in a way he dares not express in front of his mother. The corner of his mouth tugs upward into a lopsided smile as he tries to find an appropriate response.]
Anything in mind?