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When their heartbeats settle and the city's smog gives way to sparkling tavern ales and joyous laughter, the Iron Throne's saviors seek revelries to forget the responsibilities that still weigh heavy on their shoulders.
Gale's palm lingers in Shadowheart's. There's a hesitancy there, wrapped up in promises of silk and kisses sweeter than any mead.
Upstairs in the Elfsong, Astarion’s fingers brush Jaheira’s as they share a hookah pipe and turn-of-the-century tales– waiting to tease the two eager knocks at their doors.
All four find their bliss bathed in smoke.
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Dammon’s hand falters where it grips tight along Rolan’s scaled hips. A clawed thumb rubs along the valley where shimmering scales meet crimson flesh, nail clicking against each edge. He swallows hard when he feels Rolan shiver underneath him, the motion carrying through to where they’re joined.
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“Good,” Astarion hums before loosening his grip and absent-mindedly stroking his fingers through Gale’s hair once more. It’s an easy gesture. Comforting, even.
But Gale’s slow breaths against his skin remind him to stay focused. Tonight is for his lover, not him.
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While investigating a cave rumored to be filled with countless treasures, Astarion finds more than he anticipated.
He's talked his way out of binds before, but can he bargain with a dragon?
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Sometimes, after days spent poring over ancient tomes, when his eyes burn and head spins, Gale finally grants himself the small kindness of rest.
But when his aching body finally sinks into those thick sheets and musty pillows, when his hips settle and ears ring out at the silence, something creeps into his mind. A voice, now unobstructed by research and focus.