🔮 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]

Wyll could perhaps provide you with some assistance, but my good graces shall be happy to have you.

[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.

[mystracal]

[His brow tightens.]

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?]

[sangwhine]

For now. But we can save it for later.

[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.]

[mystracal]

[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.

[sangwhine]

[It's hard not to smirk like the cat who got the cream, but Astarion manages to restrain himself. He gives a smile and a parting wave of his hand.]

Another time, then. I'll see you around.

[mystracal]

[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.

Yes - it was good to skip the wine.]