[ Though he catches that little glance, he's quick to look away, color rising in his face as he looks down into the dirt, at Gale's steady (capable, strong) hands fill in the pocket lined with seeds and their declaration of care for each other. It alleviates but doesn't dissolve the pang in his chest as he watches the slip of paper disappear, understanding it to be something infinitely precious.
More softly, ] I'm lucky.
[ As the hole fills in, Astarion's pale hands join Gale's, scooping and patting down soil, forgoing his earlier primness for the sake of being a part of this ritual — or, perhaps more to the point, for the sake of helping Gale. As a price for sharing their lives, what's a little dirt?
When the ground is finally flat again, his hand finds Gale's, pausing there above the newly planted seeds (near-black specks of topsoil under his nails, covering the pads of his fingers like so much dust). ]
I made a wreath, [ he says, in a way that rings in his ears as nothing but painfully abrupt. ] The ones they're sending out into the lake. I made one — and I want you to find it.
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[ Though he catches that little glance, he's quick to look away, color rising in his face as he looks down into the dirt, at Gale's steady (capable, strong) hands fill in the pocket lined with seeds and their declaration of care for each other. It alleviates but doesn't dissolve the pang in his chest as he watches the slip of paper disappear, understanding it to be something infinitely precious.
More softly, ] I'm lucky.
[ As the hole fills in, Astarion's pale hands join Gale's, scooping and patting down soil, forgoing his earlier primness for the sake of being a part of this ritual — or, perhaps more to the point, for the sake of helping Gale. As a price for sharing their lives, what's a little dirt?
When the ground is finally flat again, his hand finds Gale's, pausing there above the newly planted seeds (near-black specks of topsoil under his nails, covering the pads of his fingers like so much dust). ]
I made a wreath, [ he says, in a way that rings in his ears as nothing but painfully abrupt. ] The ones they're sending out into the lake. I made one — and I want you to find it.