[There was no way this man could be for real, was there? Astarion couldn't help another laugh. Really, a brilliant wizard like this, that bad at mornings? Well, far be it from the pale elf not to take advantage of the moment, letting it draw out that much longer. Another stolen moment before it was ripped away from him, yes, he'd certainly take that.
Then Gale spoke and he could not help himself, leaning in to graze his lips against the other man's, lips that were speaking such utterly absurd, charming things.]
It can't be, darling. They'd never let me in the door.
[Monsters did not belong in heaven. No, if he ever did die, if something other than oblivion waited for him, it certainly was in the deeper parts of the hells. He was certain of that much at least.]
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Then Gale spoke and he could not help himself, leaning in to graze his lips against the other man's, lips that were speaking such utterly absurd, charming things.]
It can't be, darling. They'd never let me in the door.
[Monsters did not belong in heaven. No, if he ever did die, if something other than oblivion waited for him, it certainly was in the deeper parts of the hells. He was certain of that much at least.]