[ So much flickers behind Astarion’s firelit eyes. It’s temping to nudge his mind with the tadpole and explore all that preoccupies him — but Astarion will tell him in time, when he’s ready. His curiosity hasn’t dampened, exactly, but it’s preemptively sated by the knowledge that Astarion unspools before him at his own pace, each length of thread more interesting and precious than the last. That he wants to unravel all his knots and tangles with Gale, even if it proves difficult.
It’s enough now to hold his cheek as it trembles, to press fingertips at his temple, and tuck his moonspun curls behind his ear. Astarion is worth the wait. ]
I will.
[ Promised without hesitation as he leans up to brush his lips over Astarion’s forehead. Though he doubts that wards will overcome the manor’s magic, they’ll do the essential work of preserving the wreath against wandering or tidying hands. And, importantly, putting Astarion at ease. ]
You’re awfully protective, aren’t you. [ of him, of their space, their future together. Territorial, he’d joked to Armand, but the word is imperfect for a knight as dashing as Astarion. Gale hums, a little amused, a lot flattered. Cheeks pink and voice low — ] I like it.
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It’s enough now to hold his cheek as it trembles, to press fingertips at his temple, and tuck his moonspun curls behind his ear. Astarion is worth the wait. ]
I will.
[ Promised without hesitation as he leans up to brush his lips over Astarion’s forehead. Though he doubts that wards will overcome the manor’s magic, they’ll do the essential work of preserving the wreath against wandering or tidying hands. And, importantly, putting Astarion at ease. ]
You’re awfully protective, aren’t you. [ of him, of their space, their future together. Territorial, he’d joked to Armand, but the word is imperfect for a knight as dashing as Astarion. Gale hums, a little amused, a lot flattered. Cheeks pink and voice low — ] I like it.