[ Gale paused there, his eyes widening in a way unexpected-- at the gentle touch.
Although he did not consider himself to be precisely touch-starved, there was still that clinging need to be something to someone; to feel important. It was absolutely hard to go from being a Goddess' chosen, to being nothing to her-- except for a glorified nuclear bomb with which to kill the Absolute.
Being told by your ex to 'go kill yourself' was not the most compelling self-esteem boost that could've ever happened; but for a single moment Astarion's fingertip traced against his neck made him feel.. wanted.
Ah, but he pushed that ceremoniously away and undid another button to expose the top of his chest, with the light sprinkle of chest hair appearing just within the v. And then Gale sat down on the couch, and it was such an awkward sitting down, unsure exactly how to sit, with his hands on his lap or one resting on the back of the couch.. or maybe just off to the side. Decisions that were inherently silly plagued him. ]
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Although he did not consider himself to be precisely touch-starved, there was still that clinging need to be something to someone; to feel important. It was absolutely hard to go from being a Goddess' chosen, to being nothing to her-- except for a glorified nuclear bomb with which to kill the Absolute.
Being told by your ex to 'go kill yourself' was not the most compelling self-esteem boost that could've ever happened; but for a single moment Astarion's fingertip traced against his neck made him feel.. wanted.
Ah, but he pushed that ceremoniously away and undid another button to expose the top of his chest, with the light sprinkle of chest hair appearing just within the v. And then Gale sat down on the couch, and it was such an awkward sitting down, unsure exactly how to sit, with his hands on his lap or one resting on the back of the couch.. or maybe just off to the side. Decisions that were inherently silly plagued him. ]