🔮 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

Comments

[mystracal]

[Gale smiles widely; it's a little lopsided, but utterly sincere.]

I'm happy to stay as long as you'll have me. I, ah. [A chuckle, oh no, and back comes the gesticulation, as though that'd help him from emptying his glass.] I actually did have something I've been meaning to discuss with you, when I found the time. Probably terrible timing right now, but if you'll indulge me.

[sangwhine]

Go on. I'm feeling indulgent.

[The smile helps to put him at ease. Not that he's too worried anything they might discuss can be much heavier than what's behind them now.]

[mystracal]

Right. What do you know about abjuration magic?

[sangwhine]

Aside from your nocturnal emissions, not terribly much. Why?

[mystracal]

[He's just going to ignore you calling his midnight monologues that, Astarion. Or maybe he's just too into the thought of talking about what he's been studying.]

Abjuration is the art of shielding magic. It protects the subject, banishes outside forces, blocks that which would cause them harm. Certain types of wards can even be targeted toward specific kinds of energy. It can be powerful with the right amount of magic woven into it by a talented spellcaster, but it's not a potent enough solution on its own to, say, try to protect an individual from the sun.

However, were you to combine it with other spells from other schools of magic... now that's where things get interesting. Do you know why?

[Astarion could tell him no, and there's a high chance he'd tell him regardless. He's got that look of gearing up for an explanation.]

[sangwhine]

[Oh, this is about the sunlight. Astarion feels strangely touched, his smile warming as he watches Gale go on...and on about this latest idea.]

Tell me why, darling. I can tell you're dying to go on.

[mystracal]

[Indeed he is. He's been working on this since he first said he'd help Astarion, and he's excited to share some of his theories.]

With the right combination of enchantments, I'm certain one could create an almost permanent, portable shield that would be strong enough to protect the user from the sun's light. Even vampires - and of course, vampire spawn.

[That conclusion, while fairly obvious, is something he's clearly proud of. He even gestures toward his vampiric friend for flavor.]

It would require not just protection from the sun's light, but another spell for Darkness, something isolated to the wearer of a ring or a garment, perhaps. I doubt many studies have been done on this matter, unfortunately. It is a bit of a niche subject, but I was considering it the other night, and we may be able to find a book or two on them at Sorcerous Sundries.

[sangwhine]

[All this talk of the arcane goes right over Astarion's head, but the way Gale describes it makes it seem possible. It gives him hope. A possibility, however small, beyond the otherwise enticing prospect of usurping Cazador's ritual.]

Well, aren't we lucky that we happen to be in precisely the right city for that. I'm sure our leader wouldn't protest to a stop off for research purposes.

[mystracal]

Exactly. I need to stop by there anyway for research into the crown we saw controlling the Elder Brain. Gods, there's so much to learn right now, Astarion. I might be able to solve all our problems, if given the chance.

[And there goes the last of his glass of wine.]

[sangwhine]

Perhaps not all our problems, but certainly a good many of them.

[He holds up the bottle in offering.]

Would you like some more?

[mystracal]

[He shakes his head.]

One glass is plenty for me. That's your wine, and I've hardly seen you drink.

[sangwhine]

Unfortunately, even the finest wine tastes of vinegar to me due to my condition. But it does improve with finer company.

[mystracal]

Ah.

[He looks just a hair sheepish - and disappointed.]

I suppose I should've asked you that at some point. Would've certainly saved me all the time I spent picking a vintage. I agonized, I'll have you know. [A beat.] Probably no need to tell you that.

[And this is why he insisted on one glass.]

[sangwhine]

I do love to hear of you agonizing over me, darling. It's hardly wasted.

[mystracal]

I would think I did enough of that last night and this morning.

[sangwhine]

And look at where it's gotten us.

[mystracal]

[Don't look at him like that, Astarion. Not when his head is swimming more than he'd like. He feels his face burn just a little brighter.]

This has been a more pleasant outcome than I ever expected. At one point last night, I thought you might never speak to me again. Hells, I thought I might never speak to you again. Seeing the look on your face, and realizing you didn't care at all, but...

[A thought occurs to him, somewhere in his increasingly muddled mind.]

You do care, don't you? Tell me the truth.

[sangwhine]

[The question catches him off-guard, he wasn't expecting it. His expression falls for a moment, that twisting feeling back in the pit of his stomach. But no, he knows the answer, doesn't he? He's just been afraid to acknowledge it.]

I do, Gale. I care for you a great deal.

[mystracal]

[He laughs quietly, relieved; it barely makes a sound, hot air pushed through his nose as he lets a smile dance across his face.]

Thank you. I think I needed to hear that. I've been wondering- caring maybe more than I should.

[sangwhine]

I'm glad you care because there is some difficulty in me saying it.

[He frets with his hands a moment before extending one out to Gale.]

But it is true.

[mystracal]

[His eyes flick to Astarion's hand, but he doesn't hesitate to lean forward and take it; his grasp is gentle, his hand warm.]

I told myself to be more careful with my heart, but gods, do you make it difficult.

[sangwhine]

[He closes his hand over Gale's, squeezing softly.]

Do still be careful with it, darling. I would hate to see it hurt.

[mystracal]

[Gale nods, a touch somber.]

Sound advice. I'll tell you what: if I ever look like I'm going to setting my heart up to be shattered like a priceless urn on a rickety shelf, I trust you'll tell me.

[sangwhine]

You can be sure I'll be the first to let you know.

[He brushes thumb across the back of Gale's hand. Just feeling this warmth is soothing, knowing there's no expectation for anything else.]

when you notice a typo in your last tag and die a little inside

[mystracal]

[For as worried as he is about it at times, Gale's heart feels lighter than it has in ages; he revels in the coolness of Astarion's skin against his own, his wine-addled mind turning on how he'd like to spend more time together. He imagines watching the vampire unwind before him, discovering who the real Astarion is deep down after all this time. It's a good thought, and one he cherishes immediately.]

Well, I think I've talked your ear off enough. What would you like to do now? You decide.