🔮 exsanguinated (with @sangwhine)

[mystracal]

tfln | invitations | and there was only one bed | undermountain alurlyath | what could be | blood bond | the price of freedom
it wore his face | dinner with morena dekarios | rediscovery

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[mystracal]

I'd hope it would have been me, but I expect I might still be stuck in portal if our fearless leader hadn't come along.

[sangwhine]

Unfortunately, yes. I'm glad things didn't go that way.

[He reaches over to take Gale's hand in his.]

[mystracal]

[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.

[sangwhine]

[Oh, that's a pleasant feeling. He moves his hand to rest around Gale's waist.]

I think I would have attached myself to a wizard like you. Though I likely still would have tried to seduce you.

[mystracal]

[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.

[sangwhine]

I don't care much for the thought of fate having a hand in this. But I am quite glad to see the sun rise with you.

[He pauses a moment, his thumb rubbing a small circle against Gale's sides.]

Would you like your kiss now, dearest?

[mystracal]

Please. Let the sun bear witness.

[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.]

[sangwhine]

[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.]

[mystracal]

[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.

[sangwhine]

[Astarion makes a soft, affectionate sound at the back of his throat, squeezing his hand against Gale's waist.]

You really are such a poet.

[mystracal]

I can be, but I compose my best work when in the company of my muse.

[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.]

[sangwhine]

I'll look forward to seeing more of your work.

[Astarion turns to kiss Gale's temple before settling as well, content to watch the sun creep over them both.]