[ With the watch safe in his pocket and the wreath hooked on his wrist, Gale winds his arms around Astarion as soon as he tips forward, one broad hand sweeping up his spine. Thereโs nothing else to do โ for the one who wipes his tears and mends his broken pieces, as if they were simple snags, deftly knitted back together with capable hands. Gale noses into his hair and breathes deep, bergamot and rosemary and velvety shampoo. Familiar after weeks spent in his bed, his arms. Beloved long before that.
To hear it aloud still dazzles, Galeโs ever splintered mind narrowed to a singular point, hanging on every syllable. It makes his breath catch and heart judder. Only Astarionโs mouth on his returns the air to his lungs, made whole and hale by his touch. Gale thinks he echoes it again, in a rush between kisses, before he loses himself in the intimacy.
And, finally, after an indeterminable amount of time โ because he could stay here forever, suspended and content in this moment. ]
Wow.
[ Dazed, eyes flitting from Astarionโs own to his mouth (meant for kissing, for saying I love you). ]
What an unforgettable day youโve planned for me. [ In lieu of whatever have I done to deserve you? Heโs learning that isnโt the point, for Astarion. ] My love.
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To hear it aloud still dazzles, Galeโs ever splintered mind narrowed to a singular point, hanging on every syllable. It makes his breath catch and heart judder. Only Astarionโs mouth on his returns the air to his lungs, made whole and hale by his touch. Gale thinks he echoes it again, in a rush between kisses, before he loses himself in the intimacy.
And, finally, after an indeterminable amount of time โ because he could stay here forever, suspended and content in this moment. ]
Wow.
[ Dazed, eyes flitting from Astarionโs own to his mouth (meant for kissing, for saying I love you). ]
What an unforgettable day youโve planned for me. [ In lieu of whatever have I done to deserve you? Heโs learning that isnโt the point, for Astarion. ] My love.