[ Sleep would come very soon for him, such as was the heaviness in his limbs, and the weight of Astarion across him, he found he did not need to move or shift for the vampire brought it all so cleanly to him-- cleanly and beautifully, like a blanket meant to ease his ever-worrying mind.
Gale did manage to lift his hand so that he could press it to the back of Astarion's hair, fingers weaving through tendrils as if that would prevent the man from escaping.
The 'the rest of our lives' brought a chuckle though he would question the sincerity of it within the morning light where then world would stand still and they would remain within it.
Questioning the motivation-- and what could've been stated within the cold morning's embrace-- right now there was only the soft breathing of his chest and the weight of Astarion, and fond touches that sang poetry against each patch of skin that he could locate. ]
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Gale did manage to lift his hand so that he could press it to the back of Astarion's hair, fingers weaving through tendrils as if that would prevent the man from escaping.
The 'the rest of our lives' brought a chuckle though he would question the sincerity of it within the morning light where then world would stand still and they would remain within it.
Questioning the motivation-- and what could've been stated within the cold morning's embrace-- right now there was only the soft breathing of his chest and the weight of Astarion, and fond touches that sang poetry against each patch of skin that he could locate. ]