[ Astarion's head tips into that tender touch, a pleased smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as Gale agrees to a measure of protection. Still, it seems to surprise him to hear the word said aloud, brow beginning to furrow before his features unfurl into a laugh. He can only think of it as something natural — animals become possessive over meager scraps when starved, and he'd spent so long with nothing. To then reach into the sky and pull down a star is nothing short of a miracle, something to be treasured and guarded as closely as his own life.
He reaches up, fingers tracing over the blush that colors Gale's face, so light, spider-like, as though fearful he might smudge the perfect flush of color. ]
I'll have to find other ways of showing it.
[ On the one hand, he doesn't expect he'll have to look far, though on the other, the offenses against which he'd raised his metaphorical sword hadn't exactly been small. And wouldn't Gale have done the same for him? But the imperative thing is the way Gale's voice dips low, the note he's come to associate with a wanting they've only just begun to explore. ]
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He reaches up, fingers tracing over the blush that colors Gale's face, so light, spider-like, as though fearful he might smudge the perfect flush of color. ]
I'll have to find other ways of showing it.
[ On the one hand, he doesn't expect he'll have to look far, though on the other, the offenses against which he'd raised his metaphorical sword hadn't exactly been small. And wouldn't Gale have done the same for him? But the imperative thing is the way Gale's voice dips low, the note he's come to associate with a wanting they've only just begun to explore. ]
Anything to tease forth that lovely tone, hm?