[Eventually even Astarion slipped into the elven equivalent of slumber himself, and let unconsciousness take him while he remained tucked against and wrapped around the wizard.
Morning arrived and eventually the vampire stirred, eyes fluttering open against the errant streaks of the sun that flicker through the window. That still was not something he would take for granted, being greeted by light, softer and brighter than the cold pale glow of the moon. He started to smile and considered enjoying the moment half bathed in sunlight, warm and tucked close to--
Ah. Right there was that. Gale. They'd let themselves get swept up in each other with no thought of consequence because everything was ending. But here they were, the dawn had come, the world continued on, and.
Well, fuck. This was going to complicate things, wasn't it? Shit. Fuck.
Fuck.
The way he saw it, there were two ways to go about this. First, he could try to slip away without waking Gale and they pretend this whole thing never happened and Astarion could just torture himself with the memories of someone finally touching him with reverence and care like he mattered for the rest of his long, immortal days. Joy. He'd probably also have to give up his favorite snack, and that wasn't even remotely fair.
Or he stayed and found out just how badly things were broken, maybe found some way to turn this obvious disaster into something more. He could do that.
Fuck it. He wanted breakfast. And he wanted Gale.
So in full utterly spoiled cat mode, he nuzzled himself up beneath Gale's chin, nipping at the edge of a strong jawline before crooning, in a purred singsong tone,]
Darling, wake up. You'll never guess what didn't happen.
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Morning arrived and eventually the vampire stirred, eyes fluttering open against the errant streaks of the sun that flicker through the window. That still was not something he would take for granted, being greeted by light, softer and brighter than the cold pale glow of the moon. He started to smile and considered enjoying the moment half bathed in sunlight, warm and tucked close to--
Ah. Right there was that. Gale. They'd let themselves get swept up in each other with no thought of consequence because everything was ending. But here they were, the dawn had come, the world continued on, and.
Well, fuck. This was going to complicate things, wasn't it? Shit. Fuck.
Fuck.
The way he saw it, there were two ways to go about this. First, he could try to slip away without waking Gale and they pretend this whole thing never happened and Astarion could just torture himself with the memories of someone finally touching him with reverence and care like he mattered for the rest of his long, immortal days. Joy. He'd probably also have to give up his favorite snack, and that wasn't even remotely fair.
Or he stayed and found out just how badly things were broken, maybe found some way to turn this obvious disaster into something more. He could do that.
Fuck it. He wanted breakfast.
And he wanted Gale.So in full utterly spoiled cat mode, he nuzzled himself up beneath Gale's chin, nipping at the edge of a strong jawline before crooning, in a purred singsong tone,]
Darling, wake up. You'll never guess what didn't happen.