One night, hopefully soon, you shall be regaled with the finest begging one could receive from a wizard of my standing. There will be bribes, promises, offers made in sweet whispers, anything you want for you to continue doing...
[A smile and a quiet sigh escape him simultaneously.]
Whatever this is. Whatever it is you're doing to me.
[Despite how great his hair is, he's had few lovers actually play with it, lavishing him with attention rather than the other way around. It certainly wasn't Mystra's thing.]
[Astarion can't help but give a small laugh, dragging his nails gently along Gale's neck. Really, it's a shame no one's paid attention to Gale's hair, it's very nice when it's taken care of.]
[Gale murmurs something about a date, but with the rough night, the early morning, the wine, the pillows, and now a gentle head-scratching from the man he has the worst crush on, it seems he's hit his limit. Another thirty seconds, and he's snoozing, his hand still entwined in Astarion's, a soft grin plastered across his face as he's utterly lost to his dreams. He might be a powerful, brilliant wizard, but he's still terribly human when it comes right to it.
Just don't let Karlach see. He'll never hear the end of it.]
But before that, Astarion is content to do the tried and true vampire tradition of watching the person you're infatuated with sleep. He continues slowly and gently brushing his fingers through Gale's hair, waiting to see what nighttime conversation they'll have.]
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[A pause]
But I won't stop you if you want to.
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[A smile and a quiet sigh escape him simultaneously.]
Whatever this is. Whatever it is you're doing to me.
[Despite how great his hair is, he's had few lovers actually play with it, lavishing him with attention rather than the other way around. It certainly wasn't Mystra's thing.]
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I'll wait for it with bated breath.
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Just don't let Karlach see. He'll never hear the end of it.]
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But before that, Astarion is content to do the tried and true vampire tradition of watching the person you're infatuated with sleep. He continues slowly and gently brushing his fingers through Gale's hair, waiting to see what nighttime conversation they'll have.]