[ A spell. The phrasing alone wins a sly smile. Anyone else might think it a line, but Gale knows it isn’t. No lilting artifice or crooning falsehood in Astarion’s tone. It’s as warming as the touch to his skin. A simple truth of their relationship, then, each compelled by the other. He leans into the soothing pull of fingers in his hair, eyes sliding shut as he’s kissed with ease, with desire, with love —
A soft sound when they part, both appreciative and wanting. ]
Only for you.
[ Affirmation of his singularity, in all matters of the heart and mind. A slight shake of his head, then, noses brushing, and he can’t resist the urge to kiss the quirk of Astarion’s mouth. Tipping his jaw for that slightly better angle, thumb arcing over his cheek, when Astarion deserves the best. When they might have invented kissing for Astarion, in fact, because Gale wants to do it every day, all the time, until his human lungs demand air. ]
—Why don’t we hang this wreath on our door?
[ Marking the room that’s theirs as much as they have each other, with the opals hanging from his ear and shimmering in the vee of Astarion’s collar. Different from the claim of a heavenly token or scars from a devilish master. A symbol of belonging. ]
For all to see. My love for you — [ another kiss, delirious with affection. ] And yours for me.
no subject
A soft sound when they part, both appreciative and wanting. ]
Only for you.
[ Affirmation of his singularity, in all matters of the heart and mind. A slight shake of his head, then, noses brushing, and he can’t resist the urge to kiss the quirk of Astarion’s mouth. Tipping his jaw for that slightly better angle, thumb arcing over his cheek, when Astarion deserves the best. When they might have invented kissing for Astarion, in fact, because Gale wants to do it every day, all the time, until his human lungs demand air. ]
—Why don’t we hang this wreath on our door?
[ Marking the room that’s theirs as much as they have each other, with the opals hanging from his ear and shimmering in the vee of Astarion’s collar. Different from the claim of a heavenly token or scars from a devilish master. A symbol of belonging. ]
For all to see. My love for you — [ another kiss, delirious with affection. ] And yours for me.