[The gentle touch draws him. He turns to meet Gale's gaze and all his bravado and frustration falls away in an instant. There's so much love in those soft brown eyes that it undoes him. It always does. His eyes flick down, but he tilts his face into the light touch of Gale's fingertips, craving the contact.]
I—don't know if I want to. I don't know. It's been so long...
It has. I can't imagine the thought myself, of discovering someone you believed long gone to be alive. But were it me... I would want to know.
[But Astarion is decidedly not Gale, and doesn't have the relationship he does with his own mother. Morena Dekarios would no doubt want to know, too. If Gale showed up on her doorstep after two centuries of being presumed dead, he knows she'd be thrilled.
And then she'd probably kill him for having not written in all that time.]
You need not decide right now, Astarion. But when we're free of the tadpoles and the orb, we'll be able to go wherever we want. If nothing else, we could take a trip to Evereska, see if they're still alive. And you can change your mind even if we're on their doorstep, ready to knock.
You know me. I want you to have the agency you've been denied for entirely too long.
[He smiles in return, bringing Astarion's hand to his lips for a brief kiss.]
Besides, once all this is said and done, I could stand to experience more of the world. If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that there's much to see beyond my books and the walls of my tower. There's no one I'd rather see it with than you. And who knows what we'll learn when we reach Evereska? There might be even more to your past you discover.
[He leans in, returning the kiss to his hand with a brief kiss to Gale's lips.]
Now, there is still something I came here to take care of.
[With that, he turns back to the headstone, clearing away the last of the ivy before pulling out a small dagger. In rough-hewn characters, he carves out a date beneath the inscription, along with a name. 'Astarion Dekarios 1492-']
There. A fitting start to a new life, wouldn't you agree?
[As Astarion etches the letters into the weathered stone, Gale can hardly take his eyes off him. He'd already been grinning from that kiss, but his expression colors his entire being as he reads the new inscription. His eyes, deep with devotion, glimmer from the awe he feels in his heart.]
A fitting start indeed.
[He leans in for another kiss, this one less brief than the last.]
We'll need finer clothes than these for our wedding, you know.
[Astarion smiles into that kiss, sheathing the dagger so that he can curl his hand in Gale's hair. He returns it with equal adoration, staying close even as Gale breaks it to speak.]
My dearest, I will see you in nothing but the finest that the City of Splendors has to offer.
[He leans forward for another kiss, his tongue darting out for a taste of Gale's lips.]
Now, I believe we had a day of debauchery ahead of us, didn't we?
[Gale deepens that kiss, breathing Astarion in when he gets the chance. He'd consider just staying there to enjoy one another's company, but making out right atop his grave seems terribly gauche.
[Well, Astarion certainly doesn't have any qualms about making out on his own grave, but there are other options available. He moves to stand, drawing Gale up along with him.]
I think there's a lovely bath house calling our names.
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I—don't know if I want to. I don't know. It's been so long...
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[But Astarion is decidedly not Gale, and doesn't have the relationship he does with his own mother. Morena Dekarios would no doubt want to know, too. If Gale showed up on her doorstep after two centuries of being presumed dead, he knows she'd be thrilled.
And then she'd probably kill him for having not written in all that time.]
You need not decide right now, Astarion. But when we're free of the tadpoles and the orb, we'll be able to go wherever we want. If nothing else, we could take a trip to Evereska, see if they're still alive. And you can change your mind even if we're on their doorstep, ready to knock.
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And you would follow me halfway across the Sword Coast only to see if I got cold feet at the last minute? Truly a man after my own heart.
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[He smiles in return, bringing Astarion's hand to his lips for a brief kiss.]
Besides, once all this is said and done, I could stand to experience more of the world. If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that there's much to see beyond my books and the walls of my tower. There's no one I'd rather see it with than you. And who knows what we'll learn when we reach Evereska? There might be even more to your past you discover.
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[He leans in, returning the kiss to his hand with a brief kiss to Gale's lips.]
Now, there is still something I came here to take care of.
[With that, he turns back to the headstone, clearing away the last of the ivy before pulling out a small dagger. In rough-hewn characters, he carves out a date beneath the inscription, along with a name. 'Astarion Dekarios 1492-']
There. A fitting start to a new life, wouldn't you agree?
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A fitting start indeed.
[He leans in for another kiss, this one less brief than the last.]
We'll need finer clothes than these for our wedding, you know.
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My dearest, I will see you in nothing but the finest that the City of Splendors has to offer.
[He leans forward for another kiss, his tongue darting out for a taste of Gale's lips.]
Now, I believe we had a day of debauchery ahead of us, didn't we?
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A day of debauchery it is.]
Yes, we do. Tell me, where should we start?
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I think there's a lovely bath house calling our names.
Shall we?