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If you had told Gale where he is now years ago, he might have said you were being ridiculous. Fighting to save the world, the threat of having to blow himself and those he grew to love up, all for a goddess he used to care for and would follow into the darkness. The last months away from his home might have been some of the best he had ever experienced (and he got with a goddess). He never thought, even after all they had been through, that laying in bed with a vampire spawn would be the craziest thing.
Cold, pale skin was pressed against him. Gale knew elves didn't need to sleep, but watching the one he was currently holding slowly open his eyes, looking up at him, made his heart beat faster and faster. Gale knew his vampire would feel his heart beating, almost jumping out of his chest. It was hard not to eat him alive right then and there, white skin soft and aged with small wrinkles around his mouth and between his eyebrows. How could he not drag a thumb across his cheekbone, leaving a small kiss where his thumb once was? His lips left a warmth on Astarion's skin, a warmth the vampire looked for whenever he was around the wizard.
"No need to stop.."
"You're insufferable, you know." a small laugh left Gale's mouth.
"and beautiful"
Gale couldn't keep his hands out of the older man's soft white curls. He couldn't get enough of his hair; the smell was always sweet, and he could bury his face in it. Astarion always smelled good, and it drove Gale crazy. Even just him walking by, his scent would guide Gale through the roof. Gale only wished he could take the smell with him wherever he went. He kept a vile of the fragrance in his pocket whenever he needed a pick-me-up.
Honestly, Gale would be lying if he said he didn't want to be holding the elf at all times. Even now, lying close to each other, he needed to be close. Giving the vampire small kisses from his forehead to the tip of his nose, each knuckle on his hands, the pads of his fingers, anywhere he could reach without letting go of his waist. They both felt safe being pushed against each other. Astarion had already born whatever of his soul was left to Gale, telling him about Cazador before they were even close to Baldurs Gate. Learning the vampires' history had set Gale on the track of taking the bastard down, and even if Astarion didn't admit it, it made him feel safer and made his stomach flip when he saw how angry Gale was. Even with it all in their past,t though, nothing could change how much Gale wanted to protect his lover and keep him away from anything that would even give him a sad thought.
Even if, at some point, they had to get up, neither of them wanted to be the one to leave the arms of the other.