[Gale wanted to replay with a self-satisfied lecture of his abilities, that he could dazzle and beguile him with visions of the Weave, take him to an entirely different plane. Instead of one Gale he could have an enthusiastic harem to service every desire contained within him. That brief moment of thought leveled a startling reminder upon him, what was the scope and breadth of his magic here. He could feel the weave only though the stolen morsel threatening his existence, but aside from that, aside from the meager conjuring he'd so far attempted, there was no magic. No Mystra.
For that briefest of moments there was a cold shard of sadness and a spike of fear, but the emotional flux vanished, dragged into another kiss, fingers tightening in his hair, how could he really think about anything else for long. Another kiss, transcending the playful ones of before into something that was hungrier, more fierce, but still experimental. No hints of tongue, clashing of teeth, the only attempt to reign in what little they could on their reign of control. Something Astarion promptly brinks up and Gale merely blinks back at him owlishly.
Thanks for reminding him of their precarious predicament, it gives the Wizard pause and he glances beyond the fire and into the pressing darkness recalling the feeling of eyes. It pulled him from the sheltered warmth of the fire and Astarion's irreverent presence.]
Perhaps we should err more on the...ouf-
[A sentence and a thought Astarion clearly prefers he not finish as Gale finds himself rolled onto his back, his roguish agility taking the mage off his guard. Once the slight spinning in his head stops he offers Astarion a clipped, breathy laugh. Reaching out Gale flutters his fingers over the curls now hanging in his companion's face, securing the most unruly bits behind a delicately pointed ear.
A vampire, a predator, dangerous and unpredictable...but also beauty in a new celestial form. He should be reasonable, he was intelligent, but wisdom could be persuaded to elude him. With Astarion hovering over him it was all the more tempting with more skin at his fingertips and instinctively his palms smoothed their way down his sides resting on narrow hips.]
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For that briefest of moments there was a cold shard of sadness and a spike of fear, but the emotional flux vanished, dragged into another kiss, fingers tightening in his hair, how could he really think about anything else for long. Another kiss, transcending the playful ones of before into something that was hungrier, more fierce, but still experimental. No hints of tongue, clashing of teeth, the only attempt to reign in what little they could on their reign of control. Something Astarion promptly brinks up and Gale merely blinks back at him owlishly.
Thanks for reminding him of their precarious predicament, it gives the Wizard pause and he glances beyond the fire and into the pressing darkness recalling the feeling of eyes. It pulled him from the sheltered warmth of the fire and Astarion's irreverent presence.]
Perhaps we should err more on the...ouf-
[A sentence and a thought Astarion clearly prefers he not finish as Gale finds himself rolled onto his back, his roguish agility taking the mage off his guard. Once the slight spinning in his head stops he offers Astarion a clipped, breathy laugh. Reaching out Gale flutters his fingers over the curls now hanging in his companion's face, securing the most unruly bits behind a delicately pointed ear.
A vampire, a predator, dangerous and unpredictable...but also beauty in a new celestial form. He should be reasonable, he was intelligent, but wisdom could be persuaded to elude him. With Astarion hovering over him it was all the more tempting with more skin at his fingertips and instinctively his palms smoothed their way down his sides resting on narrow hips.]
You're terribly distracting, you know that?