[ For a kiss, he would find himself utterly rent into pieces. Fragments of his soul splintering further while he slowly and lightly moaned when their tongues touched-- how much power it had over him. There was an understated passion there, as well as a blessed giving; lips settled further apart in invitation for Astarion to come inside.
In fact, the fact that he was wrapped up in this sacred undoing-- oh his heart was absolutely and utterly rent into pieces and he wondered if he'd be ever okay again.
Something in Gale recognized that Astarion was a hunter, and thus he made the vampire hunt for that kiss, encouraged him to come in and claim him within. The coils of predatory lightly caressed and encouraged-- and Gale, despite his morality, would never force Astarion to be someone he was not. Would not reduce him to a pet or a catalyst, Astarion was more than that.. a vital force of nature.
And thus he would stroke those flames, bid them rise up-- for him. That is, if he so chose. ]
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In fact, the fact that he was wrapped up in this sacred undoing-- oh his heart was absolutely and utterly rent into pieces and he wondered if he'd be ever okay again.
Something in Gale recognized that Astarion was a hunter, and thus he made the vampire hunt for that kiss, encouraged him to come in and claim him within. The coils of predatory lightly caressed and encouraged-- and Gale, despite his morality, would never force Astarion to be someone he was not. Would not reduce him to a pet or a catalyst, Astarion was more than that.. a vital force of nature.
And thus he would stroke those flames, bid them rise up-- for him. That is, if he so chose. ]