[For as many times as Astarion's seen Gale work with the Weave, he's still impressed when the man pulls off something so grand like it's nothing. As easy as breathing.
Astarion closes his eyes and takes a breath so he can smell the fresh dirt and grass, feel the moisture in the air. The faint tickling of warmth on his skin from the illusory sun on the horizon feels so real that he can believe it, just for this moment.
He would never be allowed something like this under Cazador. He has this because he's safe, because he's free, because he's loved. His hand tightens on Gale's in a pulse, reassuring himself of the man's presence at his side.
His eyes only open once they've neared the edge of the tub, the faint steam rising from the top of the water a welcome promise of things to come. He draws Gale's hand in, kissing the back of his knuckles before guiding him to the fastenings of Astarion's shirt.]
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Astarion closes his eyes and takes a breath so he can smell the fresh dirt and grass, feel the moisture in the air. The faint tickling of warmth on his skin from the illusory sun on the horizon feels so real that he can believe it, just for this moment.
He would never be allowed something like this under Cazador. He has this because he's safe, because he's free, because he's loved. His hand tightens on Gale's in a pulse, reassuring himself of the man's presence at his side.
His eyes only open once they've neared the edge of the tub, the faint steam rising from the top of the water a welcome promise of things to come. He draws Gale's hand in, kissing the back of his knuckles before guiding him to the fastenings of Astarion's shirt.]
I think that I'm overdressed, don't you?