[ He stills under Astarionโs gentle hands, patiently waiting for them to clear whatever mess heโs made of himself. Smile twitching, despite his efforts. Since theyโve grown closer, Gale has learned that he likes to be fussed over, particularly when itโs Astarion doing the fussing.
He finds himself warmed, too, by the playful disapproval that only garners him more attention โ and the snick of pen on parchment that assures him Astarion shares his hopes. Hardly excessive has his entire person perking up, brows lifted and eyes bright. Itโs not a vow, he reminds himself โ though Gale would swear himself to Astarion, if asked โ merely a promise, akin to the act of the planting itself.
Astarion catches him staring, watching his elegant hand move, and Gale blinks, slow to register the question.
Finally โ ]
I did.
[ A sly smile, the faintest amusement in his voice. Unusually succinct, he knows, for one who talks even in his sleep. He meets Astarionโs gaze briefly, flushing as he walks his attention back to the soil, intent on resuming his task. No elaboration, it seems. He tears open their seed packet with his teeth, shaking a few into his palm. ]
โYouโll have to bury some yourself, you know, or it wonโt count. [ said with an authoritative air, despite the lack of instructions given. Such is the way of magic, which demands the caster invest their very being to reap the greatest rewards. ]
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He finds himself warmed, too, by the playful disapproval that only garners him more attention โ and the snick of pen on parchment that assures him Astarion shares his hopes. Hardly excessive has his entire person perking up, brows lifted and eyes bright. Itโs not a vow, he reminds himself โ though Gale would swear himself to Astarion, if asked โ merely a promise, akin to the act of the planting itself.
Astarion catches him staring, watching his elegant hand move, and Gale blinks, slow to register the question.
Finally โ ]
I did.
[ A sly smile, the faintest amusement in his voice. Unusually succinct, he knows, for one who talks even in his sleep. He meets Astarionโs gaze briefly, flushing as he walks his attention back to the soil, intent on resuming his task. No elaboration, it seems. He tears open their seed packet with his teeth, shaking a few into his palm. ]
โYouโll have to bury some yourself, you know, or it wonโt count. [ said with an authoritative air, despite the lack of instructions given. Such is the way of magic, which demands the caster invest their very being to reap the greatest rewards. ]