[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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[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?