[ Of course it would be that Astarion was attracted to danger-- he should've known that, should've seen it coming that the vampire would not be deterred by the physical manifestation of a parasite sucking out all of the aether in his body. Perhaps it would've been easier if he had been a sorcerer, an endless font of magic-- but this likely would not have happened to a sorcerer, this unyielding hubris of taking a relic inside of you that was siphoning you to the core.
There was also the fleeting spice of the last magical item that he had eaten, something that gave it a taste somewhat similar to curry, fleeting though it was-- dancing on the tip of tongue.
Gale breathed out a sigh as he felt the transference of blood, the way that Astarion seemed to enjoy the taste; well that relieved a part of him that had been too focused on his bitter taste. He would keep that in mind for later-- and while Astarion was giving way to the blood lust, Gale was carefully monitoring the feel of his Orb and if it started to behave strangely.
So far though, aside from a little bit of quickening, it did nothing. What Gale didn't know was that it was starting to grow thicker on the tongue with each pull, and the colour was dark crimson almost to be a few shades tossed from black. All he knew that it was starting to feel rather nice, the feeling of tongue against skin, sliding and coupled with the indents of fangs.
He let out a soft hum, which was perhaps said just as much as if he had spoken an entire soliloquy. ]
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There was also the fleeting spice of the last magical item that he had eaten, something that gave it a taste somewhat similar to curry, fleeting though it was-- dancing on the tip of tongue.
Gale breathed out a sigh as he felt the transference of blood, the way that Astarion seemed to enjoy the taste; well that relieved a part of him that had been too focused on his bitter taste. He would keep that in mind for later-- and while Astarion was giving way to the blood lust, Gale was carefully monitoring the feel of his Orb and if it started to behave strangely.
So far though, aside from a little bit of quickening, it did nothing. What Gale didn't know was that it was starting to grow thicker on the tongue with each pull, and the colour was dark crimson almost to be a few shades tossed from black. All he knew that it was starting to feel rather nice, the feeling of tongue against skin, sliding and coupled with the indents of fangs.
He let out a soft hum, which was perhaps said just as much as if he had spoken an entire soliloquy. ]