[The vampire could feel the blood change in consistency of the blood on his tongue, but that did nothing to dissuade him what he was doing, drawing draught after draught of blood from the wizard's veins, swallowing down the strange magic and Gale himself, a combination that was sending a rush of something he was not yet ready to put a name to through him. Of its own volition, perhaps, or at the very least in an entirely subconscious motion, Astarion's hand moved in gentle, soothing circles against Gale's chest, only the very tips of his fingers touching the strange tattoo that marked him as the Netherese Orb's vessel.
He did wonder what effect this blood would have on him, and wondered still if this would somehow serve to help stave off the impending disaster that was Gale's inevitable explosion at least a little longer. The vampire had come to appreciate the value of stolen time, living in it as he was at the moment. Stolen moments and breaths of freedom, stolen days beneath the sunshine. he was a thief in many ways, but he had the feeling eventually those particular thefts would eventually catch up with him.
All these thoughts swirled too fast through his mind to really hold one for more than a second or two, swept up in the blood, in the feeding, in the Waterdhavian wizard and the warmth of being draped quite deliciously all over him.]
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[The vampire could feel the blood change in consistency of the blood on his tongue, but that did nothing to dissuade him what he was doing, drawing draught after draught of blood from the wizard's veins, swallowing down the strange magic and Gale himself, a combination that was sending a rush of something he was not yet ready to put a name to through him. Of its own volition, perhaps, or at the very least in an entirely subconscious motion, Astarion's hand moved in gentle, soothing circles against Gale's chest, only the very tips of his fingers touching the strange tattoo that marked him as the Netherese Orb's vessel.
He did wonder what effect this blood would have on him, and wondered still if this would somehow serve to help stave off the impending disaster that was Gale's inevitable explosion at least a little longer. The vampire had come to appreciate the value of stolen time, living in it as he was at the moment. Stolen moments and breaths of freedom, stolen days beneath the sunshine. he was a thief in many ways, but he had the feeling eventually those particular thefts would eventually catch up with him.
All these thoughts swirled too fast through his mind to really hold one for more than a second or two, swept up in the blood, in the feeding, in the Waterdhavian wizard and the warmth of being draped quite deliciously all over him.]