[As Astarion leans into him and breathes him in, Gale can't help but hold on just a little tighter, wanting to stay in this moment as long as he can. He'll never get enough of these small pauses in their busy lives.
Ah, but there is a thought: putting what is keeping them busy on hold so that they can look further into this mystery, perhaps help Astarion reconnect with the past that was so cruelly taken from him. He presses a kiss to Astarion's neck, letting his lips flit across his pale skin.]
Think of it like this: we'll be giving my mother some extra time to perfect her plans for our big day. I can't imagine she'll take umbrage with that.
[It's a thought that brings a faint smile to Astarion's lips. He turns to return Gale's kiss with one of his own, pressed to the corner of his lover's lips.]
I can only imagine how extravagant she'd make the affair with that much extra time to perfect it.
[A smile dances across Gale's lips, the corner curling as Astarion's lips meet it; color dusts his cheeks as he closes his eyes.]
Let your imagination run wild, then. You'll have plenty of time to dream of what will be when we return.
[He draws closer, head tilting so he may kiss his partner more fervently - yet he pauses, his eyes cracking open, his head turning as his attention is pulled toward the house by a soft thumping. In the window sits Tara, her paw batting at the glass, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. She has been starving all day - as cats often claim - and refuses to let them be late for dinner on account of some romantic tryst.]
[One cannot keep Tara waiting, even if Gale's lips are delicious as always. Astarion melts into the kiss a moment before he sound distracts him. He casts a glance up before grinning wide at the sight of Tara's silhouette.]
She did warn us, didn't she, dearest?
[He leans in, nipping at Gale's lips just to tease before pulling away, Gale's hands in his.]
[Long story short, while Morena isn't thrilled to move the wedding, she is ultimately supportive of this development, perhaps because she knows it's no good to be otherwise. After all, she'd wondered herself if Astarion would seek out his family, and besides: Gale is so hopelessly in love that he'd do anything he thought would make his partner happy. As this has, historically, not worked out for him, Morena is a little worried. She's his mother; she can't help it.
But she stands by her instinct: Astarion is good for her son. She's gotten to know him over the tendays, and he really is quite charming when he wants to be. And most importantly, he's kind to Gale in a way many haven't been, so if a trip to Evereska and some delayed nuptials is what's needed, then so be it. That just means that she'll have to warn the caterer that more might be coming to the ceremony.
And they'd better be coming to the ceremony, or so help her, she'll have words for them.
As for Gale, he can't help but be distracted throughout dinner, even as they say their goodbyes and head back to their home. His mind is already working ahead: they'll need to secure passage to Evereska, and while there are no doubt some portals that go directly there, there aren't any in Waterdeep, nor anywhere he knows of. A carriage for part of the way, then? He'll need to get his maps out, see what locales are along the main roads. And that's not even accounting for getting into Evereska, as they're not exactly warm to outsiders...
Right, he should probably focus on one thing at a time, like getting home with his partner. As it is, he started walking without a word, completely lost in thought.]
[The nerves and distraction certainly aren't limited to Morena and Gale for the evening. Thankfully, Morena's acceptance of the proposal and Gale handling most of the talking has helped to assuage most of Astarion's own anxiety at asking for adjustments to be made on his behalf. But he still finds himself fidgeting throughout the meal, counting the threads in the tablecloth, swirling the last few dregs of blood in his cup, the like.
By the time they're out the door, Astarion would like nothing more than to simply find a distraction for the remainder of the evening. Ideally, a distraction in the form of his loving fiance. But it's all too obvious that Gale has a number of other thoughts on his mind as he steps right past Astarion and out into the street without a word once they've said their goodbyes to Morena.
Astarion pauses a moment, giving the back of Gale's head an affronted scowl as sharp as any knife, before he crosses his arms over his chest, loudly clearing his throat.]
[Gale lets out a quiet Hm? before turning back, his expression apologetic.]
Oh, ah. Forgive me, Astarion. I was miles away, already in Evereska, it seems. Thinking about how we'll get there, what we'll see, who we'll meet...
[And how Astarion will take it. Despite all they've been through, Gale finds his old insecurities crawling up his neck, digging into his spine like teeth tearing into prey; the feeling sits too near to the long healed-over punctures near his throat, wounds he considers marks of affection.
He doesn't like that feeling, one of unreasonable uncertainty, and he thus tries to shake it off by focusing on what good they may discover. He holds out a hand, wanting it occupied for the walk home.]
[Astarion takes the hand, giving it a soft pulse just to remind Gale that he's here, and top remind himself if he's being honest. Harder for Gale to forget him or get lost in thought with a physical touch to ground him. And harder for him to get completely caught up in his own anxieties.]
Let's not put the cart before the horse, hm? We're not going to answer any of those questions between here and our front door. Or even before the sun rises tomorrow.
[Gale smiles, chuckling out of minor, albeit agreeable embarrassment.]
You're right. You're absolutely right, as you often are. One day, I will learn.
[He gives Astarion's hand a return squeeze, grateful to have someone to ground him to reality when his mind takes off on possibilities and potential outcomes.
Once they're side-by-side once more, he starts walking again, keeping that hand in his.]
Speaking of the sun, I'll want to get back to those enchantments on your ring tomorrow. They have to be perfect if we're to do any traveling.
[Astarion gives a glance to the ring at that comment, worrying at it with his thumb. Gale's right, of course, they'll be useful for traveling again, but perhaps more important to Astarion is the chance to see the sun again. To witness Waterdeep in all its glory during full daylight.
He bites at his lip a moment, giving a short exhale as he shakes his head to dispel the thought. There'll be time for that later.]
Yes, it would spoil the mood somewhat if I burned to a crisp before we made our way there.
[He pauses a moment, giving a considering hum as he contemplates the alternative.]
Although we do have the option of traveling under cover of night, I suppose. If time is of the essence. I seem to recall someone rather enjoyed the thrill of being set upon by all manner of brigands and beasts not so long ago...
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Ah, but there is a thought: putting what is keeping them busy on hold so that they can look further into this mystery, perhaps help Astarion reconnect with the past that was so cruelly taken from him. He presses a kiss to Astarion's neck, letting his lips flit across his pale skin.]
Think of it like this: we'll be giving my mother some extra time to perfect her plans for our big day. I can't imagine she'll take umbrage with that.
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I can only imagine how extravagant she'd make the affair with that much extra time to perfect it.
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Let your imagination run wild, then. You'll have plenty of time to dream of what will be when we return.
[He draws closer, head tilting so he may kiss his partner more fervently - yet he pauses, his eyes cracking open, his head turning as his attention is pulled toward the house by a soft thumping. In the window sits Tara, her paw batting at the glass, her eyes narrowed in disapproval. She has been starving all day - as cats often claim - and refuses to let them be late for dinner on account of some romantic tryst.]
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She did warn us, didn't she, dearest?
[He leans in, nipping at Gale's lips just to tease before pulling away, Gale's hands in his.]
Come now, let's not keep them waiting.
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But she stands by her instinct: Astarion is good for her son. She's gotten to know him over the tendays, and he really is quite charming when he wants to be. And most importantly, he's kind to Gale in a way many haven't been, so if a trip to Evereska and some delayed nuptials is what's needed, then so be it. That just means that she'll have to warn the caterer that more might be coming to the ceremony.
And they'd better be coming to the ceremony, or so help her, she'll have words for them.
As for Gale, he can't help but be distracted throughout dinner, even as they say their goodbyes and head back to their home. His mind is already working ahead: they'll need to secure passage to Evereska, and while there are no doubt some portals that go directly there, there aren't any in Waterdeep, nor anywhere he knows of. A carriage for part of the way, then? He'll need to get his maps out, see what locales are along the main roads. And that's not even accounting for getting into Evereska, as they're not exactly warm to outsiders...
Right, he should probably focus on one thing at a time, like getting home with his partner. As it is, he started walking without a word, completely lost in thought.]
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By the time they're out the door, Astarion would like nothing more than to simply find a distraction for the remainder of the evening. Ideally, a distraction in the form of his loving fiance. But it's all too obvious that Gale has a number of other thoughts on his mind as he steps right past Astarion and out into the street without a word once they've said their goodbyes to Morena.
Astarion pauses a moment, giving the back of Gale's head an affronted scowl as sharp as any knife, before he crosses his arms over his chest, loudly clearing his throat.]
Dearest Gale, aren't you forgetting something?
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Oh, ah. Forgive me, Astarion. I was miles away, already in Evereska, it seems. Thinking about how we'll get there, what we'll see, who we'll meet...
[And how Astarion will take it. Despite all they've been through, Gale finds his old insecurities crawling up his neck, digging into his spine like teeth tearing into prey; the feeling sits too near to the long healed-over punctures near his throat, wounds he considers marks of affection.
He doesn't like that feeling, one of unreasonable uncertainty, and he thus tries to shake it off by focusing on what good they may discover. He holds out a hand, wanting it occupied for the walk home.]
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Let's not put the cart before the horse, hm? We're not going to answer any of those questions between here and our front door. Or even before the sun rises tomorrow.
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You're right. You're absolutely right, as you often are. One day, I will learn.
[He gives Astarion's hand a return squeeze, grateful to have someone to ground him to reality when his mind takes off on possibilities and potential outcomes.
Once they're side-by-side once more, he starts walking again, keeping that hand in his.]
Speaking of the sun, I'll want to get back to those enchantments on your ring tomorrow. They have to be perfect if we're to do any traveling.
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He bites at his lip a moment, giving a short exhale as he shakes his head to dispel the thought. There'll be time for that later.]
Yes, it would spoil the mood somewhat if I burned to a crisp before we made our way there.
[He pauses a moment, giving a considering hum as he contemplates the alternative.]
Although we do have the option of traveling under cover of night, I suppose. If time is of the essence. I seem to recall someone rather enjoyed the thrill of being set upon by all manner of brigands and beasts not so long ago...