// I’m getting mad Arcane brain worms. It’s also super quiet around here. Space activity ig

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Astarion has completely destroyed my sleep schedule. -sigh-

Pookie has tater tot secrets today.

“You don’t strike me as quite that boring~”

𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂ℯ .

You read my mind… -Gently draws him back down toward the comfort and privacy of their tent. Pulls him down into the collection of furs and blankets they’ve collected on their travels.- -Closes the flap of their tent so no one will disturb them~ -

He is so out of my league. How did this happen…?

-smiles and leans in to kiss him before answering. And kisses him again. Okay, one more time.- There is little doubt… I could feel it. But it’ll take time. -Softly nuzzles him.-

-Relaxing in the touch.- You’re technically not wrong. I will have to read the book… Navigate the arcane maze. You would keep an eye on me. Make sure I don’t get too lost. Perhaps even pull me out if I get too deep. -protrudes his chin a little as his beard is rubbed-

-Bathing in the river.- Gods it’s cold…

-Cupping his partner’s face with both hands.- It holds many things I already knew… but its deepest secrets are very deep in the sinew. I’ve come to discover the book is too dangerous to explore alone. If we’re going to get a cure out of it, we’ll have to do it together.

Well… Actually. -timidly twirls one of Astarion’s curls around his finger- I maaaaay have snuck a peek at your necromancy book. Just a little peep… I couldn’t help myself.

Not this time~ -Gently maneuvers an elaborate flower crown of many colors on her head.- ☺️

The only trouble I get into is when you’re around~ -He sways playfully with Astarion and kisses his neck, jaw, cheek, even the sensitive edge of his ear. Very lightly of course-

@thearchduchess.bsky.social Lady Megaera! -Ventures in with something in his hands.-

-Wakes slowly when the book is taken away. The sight over him bring a warm smile to his face.- My love! -Hops up to hug him around the neck-

-snoring under the book-

-sleeping with a book open on his face-

I understand this may be a difficult time for most. I made pumpkin bars…

I’m reading Dracula. I miss Astarion.

-shuffles over and nuzzles into her shoulder- 🥹

He could really use a hug right now… But of course, he won’t ask for one.

Remember to do your democratic duty today and VOTE !

For once, Gale is quiet. The air between them feels fragile now. One wrong word could shatter it. He listens to the vulnerability with reverence and lets have a moment before he speaks. “The gods do have their favorites.” He confirms, a tad somber. ;

Gortash is missing? Are you sure he’s not on another project marathon?

// I was out this last weekend… I was up a full 24 hours on 3 hours of sleep XD Danced my ass off at a high elevation. I’m pretty tired, bear with me… Might just do some banter rn

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. . . Gale wants to say, reminiscent of one of his romance novels. Maybe dip the vampire with a damn rose in his teeth or something. But this is reality. The bird is long gone, yet Gale can feel its absence on Astarion’s face. ;

“Oh yes… Far different. My cozy little nook by the harbor. Many a sunset and sunrise I spent in study, accompanied by the ocean breeze.” A thought of Astarion within those walls intrudes his mind. Yet, the thought isn’t unwelcome.

Makes me miss home…

…

I want him… I fear.

A breeze captures the air, carrying leaves away with the pretty yellow bird. But none of these things take his attention away from the ethereal man in the center of it all. A part of him hopes Astarion notices. Though, if he does, Gale isn’t brave enough to 𝘭𝘦𝘵 him notice. ;

There’s no point in pushing any further. So Gale settles down against the pack again, albeit thoughtful. Astarion wouldn’t go out of his way like that for an “asset”. He’s made that abundantly clear… Strange change in behavior. ;

“…. you would do all of that, for me?” Gale’s brows pinch, “I thought I was just a pest to you. And that’s putting it kindly.” He lifts his head to look at Astarion, visibly confused.

Gale watches with slight surprise that melts into softness— when he thinks Astarion doesn’t notice of course. Beautiful… The bird is nice too.

I must be terribly ugly.

Gale huffs and finds some shade under a tree to settle himself for a short rest. It’s always the moment the body has time to rest when it hurts the most. And not just the orb… his back, hips, definitely the knees. The orb hasn’t been kind to his body, like a cancer slowly eating him away. ;

The rogue’s little save makes him chuckle. “Even if my talents were mute, you’d have the pesky issue of impending explosion to deal with as well. The orb would not take kindly to its vessel demise. Or at least I presume this is the case. I’ve never actually died before.” ;

Astarion isn’t exclusive in Gale’s general oblivion. It’s always been the case that the Wizard is learned but a tad naive in the ways of human communication. However now Astarion is making it blatantly clear and Gale’s smile dims slightly. ;

Gale can’t really distinguish whether Astarion is being sarcastic or not. So he defaults to a warm smile. “You’re most welcome! Though… perhaps I should have procured something bigger. That certainly won’t tide you over for long.”

After momentary confusion, Gale can recognize a very familiar expression on the vampire’s face. “Oh…” he replies coyly, a soft shade of pink fills his cheeks. Immediately Gale is scanning over all the people around them in camp.

“Magic missile never misses~ You’ll still be able to feed from it. So… You’re welcome?” His smile is akin to Scratch’s when the dog is seeking praise. If Gale had a tail, it would no doubt be wagging.

Hits it with magic missile. ☺️

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Mm. I need to sleep.

. °• . 𖣔 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡 . . . 𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔲𝔰 𖣔 . • ° . 𖦹 • .