[Gale just has to watch Astarion walk away for a few steps before his brain kicks in that he should be following. Gods, he loves that man.
He's smiling the entire time they slip back into their clothes, while they return the key, as they step into the city streets once more. The water off the river brings a chill to the air, made all the colder by the bath they just took; however, there's a fire in Gale's heart that keeps him plenty warm as he takes Astarion's hand.]
This way, the roof of the Baldur's Mouth should offer a lovely vantage point. Do you have enough in you to fly us up there?
[Astarion gives Gale's hand a soft squeeze before leading him out onto the city streets. He's a little less circumspect in the path he takes this time, not seeing a much need to sneak about in the predawn hours.]
[They head into the streets, crossing the alleyways and passing by some of the main roads on their way toward the eastern part of the city. Gale lets Astarion lead them, but once the towering print shop is in sight, he wraps his free arm around his partner's waist.]
Up we go.
[His hand glows in Astarion's grasp, matching the vibrant blue light from his eyes as he murmurs an incantation:]
Volamus.
[For an instant, a circle of magic appears beneath them, rising to encompass them before dissipating into a ring of feathers. With his arm still around Astarion, Gale leaps into the air, taking them both on a flight toward the Baldur's Mouth. Though they alight on a nearby roof, Gale keeps walking, bounding from rooftop to rooftop, the two of them closing the gap between themselves and their destination.]
[Flying is such a thrill. He hasn't had many chances to experience but it's still a delight. He holds tight to Gale as they leap from roof to roof until they land on top of the Mouth.]
Thank you, dearest. Your gifts are always appreciated.
[He gives Astarion's cheek a quick peck before he conjures two pillows, something for them to sit on and keep comfy while watching the sunrise. Astarion might love him for who he is, magic or not, but that doesn't mean he won't use it to their advantage whenever possible.
Gale settles on one pillow, facing where the light is starting to crawl upon the eastern horizon; with a few trees and hills to mark the distance from the city, it seems like it will be a good view.]
[A very good view, given they're atop one of the taller buildings in the Lower City. Astarion settles easily next to Gale, one knee propped up with his hand resting atop it.]
You know, seeing this light, watching the sun creep slowly over the horizon used to be source of dread for me. Not just for my own safety, but if I witnessed it alone it meant that I had failed my hunt, that punishment awaited me upon my return.
[Glancing over at Astarion, Gale takes in the delicate tone of his skin, how his hair shines like a lustrous pearl as the light climbs over the horizon.]
Where would you have gone, if not for the tadpole? Upon realizing you were free of Cazador's control?
[Gale happily takes his hand, scooting just a smidge closer in the hopes of leaning his head on Astarion's shoulder, despite that his hair is still a bit damp.]
With any luck, maybe I wouldn't have been in that portal. Maybe I'd have found you first. Tried to insist I was useful as you stuck your knife to my neck.
[He settles into that spot as the encroaching light casts long shadows behind them.]
I'd have been a far less desirable mark with the orb at constant threat of destabilization. Perhaps it truly was fate that drew us together into these circumstances, the perfect ones for us to meet, to have one another... to watch the sunrise.
[He leans toward Astarion for that kiss, the first of what he hopes will be many more for the day - for every day for the rest of his life. He stays close after, wanting to see just what color the sunrise brings out in those mesmerizing eyes.]
[Astarion puts a hand to Gale's cheek to draw him into the kiss. He lets it linger, deepening it for a moment before pulling away, not wanting to miss the entire sunrise. When he opens his eyes the deep red color is burnished orange and gold by the dawning light.]
[Gale's eyes flick to the sunrise and back, and he finds himself more entranced by his partner than the event itself; as Astarion watches the horizon, Gale watches Astarion with a sidelong gaze, memorizing his features and expression as the light hits him, taking in the sudden golds and oranges apparent in his eyes.
He tries not to let his gaze linger too long, though he can't help himself. He leans a little closer to Astarion, if for no other reason than to make it harder to see him without turning his head, and sets his sights on the sunrise once more. Holding his hand up to the sun the way Astarion had a moment ago, he studies the imperfections in his own skin, the flecks, hairs, and scars that make him.]
I forget how gorgeous the world can be at this hour, bathed in new light, reborn as the dawn breaks - that each new day is not guaranteed in this life, and we ought to enjoy each one while we can... with whom we can.
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He's smiling the entire time they slip back into their clothes, while they return the key, as they step into the city streets once more. The water off the river brings a chill to the air, made all the colder by the bath they just took; however, there's a fire in Gale's heart that keeps him plenty warm as he takes Astarion's hand.]
Where to, my love?
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[Astarion gives Gale's hand a soft squeeze before leading him out onto the city streets. He's a little less circumspect in the path he takes this time, not seeing a much need to sneak about in the predawn hours.]
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[They head into the streets, crossing the alleyways and passing by some of the main roads on their way toward the eastern part of the city. Gale lets Astarion lead them, but once the towering print shop is in sight, he wraps his free arm around his partner's waist.]
Up we go.
[His hand glows in Astarion's grasp, matching the vibrant blue light from his eyes as he murmurs an incantation:]
Volamus.
[For an instant, a circle of magic appears beneath them, rising to encompass them before dissipating into a ring of feathers. With his arm still around Astarion, Gale leaps into the air, taking them both on a flight toward the Baldur's Mouth. Though they alight on a nearby roof, Gale keeps walking, bounding from rooftop to rooftop, the two of them closing the gap between themselves and their destination.]
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Thank you, dearest. Your gifts are always appreciated.
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[He gives Astarion's cheek a quick peck before he conjures two pillows, something for them to sit on and keep comfy while watching the sunrise. Astarion might love him for who he is, magic or not, but that doesn't mean he won't use it to their advantage whenever possible.
Gale settles on one pillow, facing where the light is starting to crawl upon the eastern horizon; with a few trees and hills to mark the distance from the city, it seems like it will be a good view.]
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You know, seeing this light, watching the sun creep slowly over the horizon used to be source of dread for me. Not just for my own safety, but if I witnessed it alone it meant that I had failed my hunt, that punishment awaited me upon my return.
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How did it feel? That first sunrise you were able to see in two hundred years.
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[He holds his hand up against the sky, looking out onto the growing light.]
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Where would you have gone, if not for the tadpole? Upon realizing you were free of Cazador's control?
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I...don't know. I may have just attached myself to the nearest person who seemed safe.
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[He reaches over to take Gale's hand in his.]
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With any luck, maybe I wouldn't have been in that portal. Maybe I'd have found you first. Tried to insist I was useful as you stuck your knife to my neck.
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I think I would have attached myself to a wizard like you. Though I likely still would have tried to seduce you.
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I'd have been a far less desirable mark with the orb at constant threat of destabilization. Perhaps it truly was fate that drew us together into these circumstances, the perfect ones for us to meet, to have one another... to watch the sunrise.
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[He pauses a moment, his thumb rubbing a small circle against Gale's sides.]
Would you like your kiss now, dearest?
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[He leans toward Astarion for that kiss, the first of what he hopes will be many more for the day - for every day for the rest of his life. He stays close after, wanting to see just what color the sunrise brings out in those mesmerizing eyes.]
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He tries not to let his gaze linger too long, though he can't help himself. He leans a little closer to Astarion, if for no other reason than to make it harder to see him without turning his head, and sets his sights on the sunrise once more. Holding his hand up to the sun the way Astarion had a moment ago, he studies the imperfections in his own skin, the flecks, hairs, and scars that make him.]
I forget how gorgeous the world can be at this hour, bathed in new light, reborn as the dawn breaks - that each new day is not guaranteed in this life, and we ought to enjoy each one while we can... with whom we can.
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You really are such a poet.
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[He rubs at his neck - it is a little sore in a couple of choice spots - before he sets it down and settles in to watch the sunrise properly.]
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[Astarion turns to kiss Gale's temple before settling as well, content to watch the sun creep over them both.]