[A smile dances across Gale's lips, the corner curling as Astarion's lips meet it; color dusts his cheeks as he closes his eyes.]
Let your imagination run wild, then. You'll have plenty of time to dream of what will be when we return.
[He draws closer, head tilting so he may kiss his partner more fervently - yet he pauses, his eyes cracking open, his head turning as his attention is pulled toward the house by a soft thumping. In the window sits Tara, her paw batting at the glass, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. She has been starving all day - as cats often claim - and refuses to let them be late for dinner on account of some romantic tryst.]
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Let your imagination run wild, then. You'll have plenty of time to dream of what will be when we return.
[He draws closer, head tilting so he may kiss his partner more fervently - yet he pauses, his eyes cracking open, his head turning as his attention is pulled toward the house by a soft thumping. In the window sits Tara, her paw batting at the glass, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. She has been starving all day - as cats often claim - and refuses to let them be late for dinner on account of some romantic tryst.]