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The lock on the Elfsong private suite slides closed with a gratifying chunk.
“You know, you really don’t disgust me at all,” Astarion says with no small amount of awe as Gale walks back over the bed and sits down on its plush surface.
Gale blinks at him as he processes the pointed attempt at praise. “Uhm. That is… pleasing to hear.”
The light trill of Astarion’s laugh tinkles like a windchime in the breeze. Oh gods, Gale really is far gone, if that’s the sort of comparison he’s dreaming up. He knew as much already, but he does wonder when he became so besotted. Gale recalls his unreasonable fascination with Astarion at the outset of their journey, colored with wariness and the ghost of his own loneliness. It’s as if he blinked and became utterly devout.
“Trust me, that is more impressive than it sounds."
or: Gale's love affair with Astarion and my love affair with adverbs.
Series
- Part 2 of Faith Breaker