🔮 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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[sangwhine]

[Astarion can't reply except with a whimpering cry. He clings to Gale, the weight of everything that's come to pass too much for him to hold to on his own. It's all overwhelming, too much all at once. Gale is the only thing that keeps him anchored, that grounds him. He tries to swallow against the tears, to find his voice again, but the sound he makes is another shaking sob.]

[mystracal]

[With his heart aching on his lover's behalf, Gale holds Astarion for as long as he needs, rubbing soothing circles into his back as the vampire chokes and sobs against his shoulder. When he finally feels he can pull away, he doesn't go far, his hands remaining on Astarion's cheeks as he pulls back just enough for their eyes to meet. They are full of hope and sadness, but also love and warmth, sympathy and compassion carving into the rest of his features.

He'd insist Astarion get clean sooner so he could better comfort him, but it won't be soon enough, he things. He'll just have to close the gap himself.]

Here. A moment.

[With one hand still in Astarion's reach, he pulls off his boots and steps right into the basin himself, using magic to ensure it's big enough for them both. It's still a rather tight fit, but enough that he can sit down - and more importantly, that he can hold Astarion, should he want that. His clothes are plenty wet as it is.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion's entire world feels fuzzy and out of focus once his tears are gone. His eyes burn. His throat is raw. His face is a mess, he's sure. But he doesn't want Gale to leave all the same. When Gale pulls away he reaches after him, his movements sluggish.]

Wait—

[The word is a fractured, broken thing. Not unlike Astarion himself. But once he realizes what Gale's doing he scoffs quietly, even as he rests himself against Gale's warmth again.]

Your robes are all wet, dearest.

[mystracal]

They'll dry, I assure you. Besides, I know someone who might loan me some clothes for the night.

[He pulls Astarion closer, wrapping his arms around him; it feels better with them closer.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion curls up to Gale, resting his head against Gale's chest to listen to the dual beat of the orb and his heart.]

Before long they'll all carry your scent.

[mystracal]

[That heart beats just a big faster with Astarion near, the orb in tandem; he settles in, the still-warm water easing his muscles.]

And what scent is that? Describe it to me.

[sangwhine]

[His nose wrinkles as he sniffs, considering.]

Ink, parchment, a faint whiff of decay overlaid by petrichor.

[mystracal]

[Though he could do without the 'whiff of decay,' he had a feeling that might be in there somewhere.]

That sounds accurate. And hopefully not all that unpleasant.

[sangwhine]

No. I've grown fond of it.

[His voice still sounds hoarse, the usually musical affect of his words undercut by a heavy weariness. He curls his hand in the fabric of Gale's shirt, his thumb running across the material.]

[mystracal]

Good. I'm afraid you're stuck with me, so you'd have to get used to it otherwise.

[Gale kisses the top of Astarion's head once, then twice. That weariness is impossible to miss.]

[sangwhine]

[Astarion frowns, pushing himself up and turning just enough so he can look Gale in the eye.]

I am not stuck with you, Gale Dekarios. I chose you. And I would not have anyone else.

[mystracal]

[Gale can't help but laugh - despite all the emotions he's had wearing on him over the course of the day, Astarion still manages to find a little more energy for determined defiance.]

And I couldn't be happier for it. You chose me, you chose to remain who you are and not ascend, and... and I...

[He pauses, hesitating as a consideration he's been avoiding floats back into his mind. His eyes fall, brow tightening.]

I can't choose the crown.

[sangwhine]

[It does bring a smile to Astarion's face to hear Gale's laughter, despite everything. Though it fades rather quickly with his next words. He reaches up to cup Gale's cheek in his hand, tilting his face back up to look at him properly.]

For us to remain as equals, you mean?

[mystracal]

[His eyes flick to Astarion, the corner of his mouth curling in a rueful smile.]

Yes. For us to remain equals. If it came to a choice... I would choose you. I would choose you every time. Choose us.

[sangwhine]

[Astarion leans forward, kissing the crease in Gale's brow as if he could soothe it away so simply.]

You are more to me than any god could ever be. You don't need to be any more than you are now for me to love you, to want to stay with you.

[mystracal]

[Gale bites his lip, feeling the weight of his own words now that they've been spoken aloud; they are all the more real for it.]

But I could be so much more for you. I could do so much good for this world. For you.

[And yet, there's an iota of doubt creeping into his tone, pulling at his lips so that his nose curls.]

[sangwhine]

[There's a beat as Astarion looks to him, studying Gale's expression.]

But what would be the cost, dearest?

[mystracal]

[His lips pull themselves into a thin line.]

There have been many gods who were mortals once, including the Dead Three and Karsus himself. While they all sought power for less noble purposes than I, what we have in common is ambition. It drives me just as it did them, an insatiable call for more power, no matter the cost.

[Gale remembers all too well the night Astarion had to throw himself at him to steal his attention from the book - and how uncomfortable it had made his partner.]

I thought I'd learned my lesson when I became host to the orb, but the more I thought about the crown, what I could do with it - what I would do with it - the more I wondered what would become of me once I had it. Would those noble intentions remain? Would I be capable of loving you? Or would I end up just as unfeeling as Mystra, no longer able to understand love the way I once had?

I had- [he laughs sadly, a quiet single breath pushed from the back of his throat] -I had thought, were we equals, there'd be no need for such concerns. I would never feel inadequate next to you, unworthy. And you would be so powerful that you could draw my attention whenever you wanted it.

[He shakes his head.]

I think had you gone through with the ritual, you'd have lost a piece of your soul, if not all of it. And I'm not entirely certain the same wouldn't happen to me were I to become a god.

[sangwhine]

[Astarion listens to him, quiet and intent, until the very end. He purses his lips before letting out a heavy sigh.]

As it turns out, seeking incredible power comes with its own consequences.

I could feel myself slipping, when I pulled him from his sleep. I could see him in my actions, hear him in my thoughts. I think that, had I completed the ritual, I would no longer have been myself.

[He looks up to Gale, his expression somber but gentle.]

Were you to become a god, I don't know if you would be the man I've come to love.

[mystracal]

[Gale brings a hand from around Astarion to caress the side of his face.]

Then I won't become a god. I don't want to lose that man, Gale Dekarios. I don't want to lose you.

[sangwhine]

[Astarion gives a faint smile, turning to kiss Gale's palm.]

Then, I'm afraid you're stuck with me, darling.

[mystracal]

Not stuck with you, Astarion. I'm choosing you, just as you chose me.

[His arm still around Astarion's back pulls him just a hair closer; the orb glimmers from beneath his wet clothes.]

And I would not have anyone else.

[sangwhine]

[Astarion smiles and shifts closer, leaning in to close his lips over Gale's for a gentle kiss. His hand trails back, threading through the damp hair at the nape of Gale's neck, holding him close.]

[mystracal]

[Gale is all too happy to return that kiss, then steal another of his own. He leans back as far as the basin will allow, his back braced against the wall behind him, his legs bent so that they fit in the tub. Even with his spell, it's cozy, at best.

Not that he minds too much. He enjoys that closeness.]

I suppose we should finish getting you cleaned up.

[sangwhine]

Yes, I suppose I am still rather covered in blood.

[He pauses, one fang indenting his lower lip as he looks back up to Gale.]

But I do seem to recall you quite enjoy that.