That's in the past, dear. There's no need to worry over it.
[There's Astarion's real coping mechanisms coming into play. But he's well experienced enough with waving off yesterday's incidents so he can seize on today's opportunities to even bat an eye at it.]
[As someone still moored in his folly and all the disgrace that resulted from it, Gale's earlier faux pas doesn't seem quite as 'in the past' as he'd personally like, but he's willing to move beyond it for now in light of that quiet fluttering in his chest. He really shouldn't indulge, as this isn't exactly the time, place, or the circumstances for it; however, given those same circumstances include the tadpoles in their heads and a mind flayer cult infecting the city, there's no telling when a day will be their last. They might all be growing tentacles by the morrow for all he truly knows.
Perhaps he should indulge a little, if for no other reason than to distract himself from that grim thought. It's just a kiss. When was the last time he had one of those, felt though his physical body rather than the Weave? How long has it been since he allowed himself to believe that someone could see him as desirable?
Maybe Astarion is sweetening him up, or maybe he's feeling grateful to have someone to commiserate with for a change, and this is how he shows it. Maybe he's secretly lonely. Gale can relate to that an unfortunate amount.
He fights a moment of embarrassment. Astarion made that proposition seem so casual, and here he is, overthinking it.]
All right. [He tries to hide his nerves with a smirk, one more confident than he feels.] But only if you ask.
[There it is. He's won Gale over, or at least secured an important victory. The hesitation, the attempt at a diversion, it's just allowed Gale the time needed so that he can convince himself that he wants this. Because it does no good if Gale doesn't want it for himself.
Astarion leans a little closer, gently cupping Gale's cheek in one hand. He lets his voice quiet, to something softer and more intimate.]
[As Astarion touches Gale's face, he may be able to feel the wizard lean into it so subtly that even Gale doesn't realize he does it. It's a reflexive, instinctual - and if you asked Gale himself, unfortunately telling and perhaps a little pathetic. He's aware he's lonely; he doesn't want anyone else to realize it, too.
He brings his gaze back to the man before him.]
Yes, of course.
[And with that, he leans in, allowing Astarion to close the gap. His kiss is not needy or wanton, not colored by the isolation he's endured on account of the orb; by most standards, it would be considered positively chaste. It's tender, lingering just long enough for him to get a taste of the vampire's lips.
Maybe he's making an ass out of himself, but feels he can have this, just for now.]
[Telling, yes. But Astarion just pockets that information away for later use. Gale's eager for this, hungry for it, and Astarion can use that hunger. He lets his eyes slip closed as he closes he space between them. There was no intention to make this something deeper in his mind, only a simple kiss. A taste of things to come, perhaps. And a little bit of a show of just how experienced he is at this. How he knows to slant his lips over Gale's, to let just the slightest hint of a hum reverberate through them as he draws away, his nose tracing lightly against Gale's cheek. He looks, half-lidded, up at Gale when the kiss ends. His lips are ever so slightly parted as the moment hangs in the air, his breath faint across Gale's skin.]
[In the academic sense, Gale can see exactly how it was Astarion was able to lure people to Cazador; the man is an immaculate kisser. Even with an embrace so tentative and brief, Gale can tell that much. He feels his face burn just a little deeper, and fights that ever-present want for more. If he can withstand the orb's hunger, he can surely tolerate his own.
[He's teasing, but there's that hint of a seductive purr undercutting it. He meets Gale's smile with his own, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind the very red tips of Gale's ears. How much more will Gale let him have, he wonders.]
But I'm happy to help if you'd like a little more.
[Astarion politely leans back to give him room, but he's very clearly pleased with himself. He reaches up to briefly touch his fingertips to his lips, savoring the lingering warmth of Gale on them, perhaps, before rising from his seat.]
Trust me, darling. I don't think that you'll wear it out any time soon.
[Gale relaxes as Astarion moves away, straightening his shirt as he rises from the padded seat. It's just a smidge warm in that tent.]
You severely underestimate my propensity for unintentional offense, but I will endeavor to stay in your good graces from now on. After all, I don't know who else I'd go to for beard advice.
[... but between the conversation and the kiss (mostly the kiss), he cannot remember for the life of him exactly what he said. He never said that, right?]
[He steps away from it easily, clearly not upset with the idea of setting that particular desire on the shelf. But it's just another seed, another breadcrumb left on the trail for Gale to follow.]
[Admittedly, Gale is a little relieved. The last thing he needs is to get drunk on sweet wine with Astarion, of all people. He's still processing the kiss and what led up to it - and whether or not he'd like another someday...
He refuses to think too hard on that at the moment, no matter how much he enjoyed it. He needs fresh air, maybe a walk, perhaps some time alone with that tome of necromancy.]
Another time. For now, I ought to get back to my tent. I've got some studying I was hoping to do, now that my mind isn't so— [he fumbles in a way that feels wholly uncharacteristic for him, but he finally finds the word he's grasping for] — preoccupied.
[Gale gives a polite nod of his head and steps out of the tent. Karlach is thankfully nowhere to be seen; he takes a deep breath and meanders across the camp to his own bunk. As he pulls the curtain shut to give himself privacy, he puts a hand to his face, his fingers over his lips, thumb resting on his cheek. He can still feel Astarion there, his touch cold, yet undeniably inviting.
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[There's Astarion's real coping mechanisms coming into play. But he's well experienced enough with waving off yesterday's incidents so he can seize on today's opportunities to even bat an eye at it.]
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Perhaps he should indulge a little, if for no other reason than to distract himself from that grim thought. It's just a kiss. When was the last time he had one of those, felt though his physical body rather than the Weave? How long has it been since he allowed himself to believe that someone could see him as desirable?
Maybe Astarion is sweetening him up, or maybe he's feeling grateful to have someone to commiserate with for a change, and this is how he shows it. Maybe he's secretly lonely. Gale can relate to that an unfortunate amount.
He fights a moment of embarrassment. Astarion made that proposition seem so casual, and here he is, overthinking it.]
All right. [He tries to hide his nerves with a smirk, one more confident than he feels.] But only if you ask.
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Astarion leans a little closer, gently cupping Gale's cheek in one hand. He lets his voice quiet, to something softer and more intimate.]
May I kiss you, Gale? Please.
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He brings his gaze back to the man before him.]
Yes, of course.
[And with that, he leans in, allowing Astarion to close the gap. His kiss is not needy or wanton, not colored by the isolation he's endured on account of the orb; by most standards, it would be considered positively chaste. It's tender, lingering just long enough for him to get a taste of the vampire's lips.
Maybe he's making an ass out of himself, but feels he can have this, just for now.]
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He offers Astarion a grateful smile.]
I'm clearly out of practice.
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[He's teasing, but there's that hint of a seductive purr undercutting it. He meets Gale's smile with his own, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind the very red tips of Gale's ears. How much more will Gale let him have, he wonders.]
But I'm happy to help if you'd like a little more.
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A tempting offer, but I believe one is enough for me. I wouldn't want to wear out my welcome so soon after earning it back.
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Trust me, darling. I don't think that you'll wear it out any time soon.
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You severely underestimate my propensity for unintentional offense, but I will endeavor to stay in your good graces from now on. After all, I don't know who else I'd go to for beard advice.
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[He's setting about tidying up, though he pauses by the wine bottle to put a hand on the neck of it while giving Gale an over the shoulder look.]
Besides, you did say you would drink with me after I took care of you.
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I recall saying I'd prefer to have a clear head.
[... but between the conversation and the kiss (mostly the kiss), he cannot remember for the life of him exactly what he said. He never said that, right?]
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[He steps away from it easily, clearly not upset with the idea of setting that particular desire on the shelf. But it's just another seed, another breadcrumb left on the trail for Gale to follow.]
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He refuses to think too hard on that at the moment, no matter how much he enjoyed it. He needs fresh air, maybe a walk, perhaps some time alone with that tome of necromancy.]
Another time. For now, I ought to get back to my tent. I've got some studying I was hoping to do, now that my mind isn't so— [he fumbles in a way that feels wholly uncharacteristic for him, but he finally finds the word he's grasping for] — preoccupied.
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Another time, then. I'll see you around.
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Yes - it was good to skip the wine.]