Of course you will. Let's go tomorrow. In the afternoon. So you can enjoy a little of the sun and watch it set.
Oh! Well.
[ Gale chuckles sheepishly, as if exposed. Make no mistake, however: he finds great joy in Astarion comparing them, even if it was only due to Gale's own words. Underneath his modesty, he's practically glowing with excitement to have the opportunity to liken himself to such a bright character. ]
I suppose, if one were to compare him and myself, they'd find we share a number of characteristics. We've both had a lifelong relationship with and deep affection for that most enticing of paramours: learning. [ Said in the most sickeningly genuine tone one can imagine. ] We've both a dogged dedication to pursuing our chosen craft. Ah — and as of recently, we share robust facial hair.
[ Gale strokes his beard, just in case Astarion has gone this long without noticing. ]
I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I would identify with such a character.
[ Gale chuckles sheepishly, as if exposed. Make no mistake, however: he finds great joy in Astarion comparing them, even if it was only due to Gale's own words. Underneath his modesty, he's practically glowing with excitement to have the opportunity to liken himself to such a bright character. ]
I suppose, if one were to compare him and myself, they'd find we share a number of characteristics. We've both had a lifelong relationship with and deep affection for that most enticing of paramours: learning. [ Said in the most sickeningly genuine tone one can imagine. ] We've both a dogged dedication to pursuing our chosen craft. Ah — and as of recently, we share robust facial hair.
[ Gale strokes his beard, just in case Astarion has gone this long without noticing. ]
I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I would identify with such a character.
It is, and yet for others it is so common a thing they hardly even realize what a gift it is.
Nothing is perfect, Astarion, but sometimes we may be able to get pretty close to it.
Do I? An unintended side-effect, I assure you.
Unless you felt you needed excuses to do so. In which case, I guess I could try to make that happen.
Unless you felt you needed excuses to do so. In which case, I guess I could try to make that happen.
If it helps, I wasn't planning to tell anyone that you can be sappy. No one would believe me, anyway, even if I did. Your secret is safe with me.
Although I suppose I could seal my words with a kiss.
Although I suppose I could seal my words with a kiss.
Fear and desperation makes people do a lot of rash and thoughtless things... but from what little I know of vampires that is not a bargain that would ever end well.
I do promise I'll not say a word to the others.
Both if you prefer. I, admittedly, don't like sharing private information regardless, so I was always going to keep it to myself.
You don't have to do that, you know. I'm not much of a leader, Astarion.
I don't think of it like that. It isn't a role I asked for and frankly, I don't have that kind of experience. I just tolerate it when people say it.
Well. We're all going in the same direction. It's a better journey when we're travelling it together. I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for you and the others. I'm only here because of you guys. There's no way I could have handled this on my own.
[ Of course Gale waxes poetic about himself. No one else is going to do it for him.
Sunnily, before he's fully grasped the intent behind Astarion's words: ] That's where we differ. The detective is married only to his job, a true bachelor— [ Then, as his mind catches up with his mouth, he stops himself, bristling in offense. ] Oh.
[ He splutters for a moment, uncertain how to respond to such a disrespectful notion. Leave it to Astarion to blaspheme so flippantly. ]
Mystra is no longer my paramour, thank you, [ he finally clarifies, as if this is somehow important. Their relationship is over and he's being so mature about it. ] And I know you've no love for the natural order of things, but to claim her beneath any mortal is preposterous. She's the very essence of magic. Power incarnate.
Sunnily, before he's fully grasped the intent behind Astarion's words: ] That's where we differ. The detective is married only to his job, a true bachelor— [ Then, as his mind catches up with his mouth, he stops himself, bristling in offense. ] Oh.
[ He splutters for a moment, uncertain how to respond to such a disrespectful notion. Leave it to Astarion to blaspheme so flippantly. ]
Mystra is no longer my paramour, thank you, [ he finally clarifies, as if this is somehow important. Their relationship is over and he's being so mature about it. ] And I know you've no love for the natural order of things, but to claim her beneath any mortal is preposterous. She's the very essence of magic. Power incarnate.
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