[ How can he promise that? Gale retrieves the cloth again, rinsing it with a frown and moving to gently clean the new trickles of blood away from the man's nose.
His heart plays a restless beat as he tries to envision all the outcomes. A world of endless possibilities, of roads not taken, of battles won and lost.
If they go and leave the prism here, they'll be out of its protection anyway. If they take the prism, they doom those they leave behind.
If the battle is lost, they all become mindflayers.
Gale lowers the cloth, hand lifting to touch Tav's face once more. ]
What voice? [Tav has little memories of any voices urging him to violence or what that might mean for his new friends-- he hopes they're friends, else they're just well-dressed kidnappers.] The voice from the pit?
[He is about to shut his eyes to think when Gale's fingers brush his face, ease over his cheek, and Tav allows himself to become distracted. This touch is so much kinder than any that he has ever known. Granted, he doesn't know many other touches than being cut with a knife innumerable times and a thin blade in his ear, but he desires more of it, desires more of Gale.
For a moment, he allows himself to watch Gale, to study those brown eyes and search his scattered memories for something. The mention of the voice actually brings forth a memory, a rather unpleasant one.]
I tried to kill you once. [His breath hitches in his chest. That must be the voice Gale is talking about, the one urging him to split Gale open, to paint the ground with his blood.] N-no I don't hear that voice.
[Tav reaches up to rest a hand over Gale's, even if it shakes with this new memory that storms into his mind. He'd been tied up, thankfully, but he'd tried to kill Gale all the same. It's not something he wants to remember, but Gale doesn't seem to mind.
There's a knock at the door and the tiefling-- Karlach, he's come to know-- pushes her head in.]
Soldier, [She nods to Tav, who stares blankly at her. She then turns to Gale, the heat of the upcoming battle in her words.] It's time, Gale.
[Tav turns back to Gale and allows his hand to slowly drop away.] Lock the door anyway? Just in case.
[He doesn't want there to be the slightest chance that a voice might call him away from the safety of the Elfsong.] I'll see you on the other side.
No matter. Perhaps a potion or two can restore him. Gale grasps for the hand dropping from his face, presses a kiss to the back of it. ]
Wait for me.
[ Then Gale retreats, swipes up his pack and leaves the room.
After a moment of hesitation, he carefully locks the door from the outside as requested. In truth, he suspects if the whispers truly pushed Tav to do harm again one door wouldn't be enough to stop him.
One way or another, he thinks, this will be over soon.
The group descend under the city, and Gale quietly hopes that he will be able to return to unlock that door. That Tav will be there when he returns.
That he can take him to Waterdeep, finally find some peace.
[Tav nods at his quiet, affectionate command from Gale as best he can. He watches the entire battle from the window of their room at the Elfsong. Brilliant sparks of light and dark curls of magic burst from every corner of the brain as Tav’s heart pounds in his chest. He quietly prays to whatever gods may exist to bring his new friends back safely. A strange ship even shows up to bombard the surface of the brain and Tav’s hope begins to silently disappear. Please bring them back.
Please bring Gale back.
There’s a bright glimmering halo at some point and then the brain begins to fall. The tail drags through building after building and it doesn’t take someone with all of their memories to see the path of that fall. The Elfsong will be destroyed and him with it if he doesn’t get out of the way. He promised Gale to keep safe and he will keep safe in any way he can. Tav dashes to the door before remembering it’s locked and he flits through his scattered memories to try and remember any sort of spell to break it open. Nothing. Nothing. But there are statuettes over the fireplace and he breaks one over the door handle and kicks the door the rest of the way open. Dashing down the stairs, he can’t understand why everyone is still standing around.]
We’re in its path! Go!
[But now he can see the spine curving and twisting and nearly on top of them. There’s no time to get out, only---
Down.]
There’s a hatch! [Tav leads the way to a hatch he only has the faintest recall of and tears back the carpet covering it. Oh gods.] Jump down! Ignore the ladder! Just jump!
[Men, women, children, all sorts scramble for the opening as brick and mortar come down around them and Tav knows he promised, but he might not make it with a handful of patrons still a foot or so away. He reaches out to grab them, pulls them in, and then the hatch over the top of them just as the white brick slams down on top of them. Tav falls down on top of someone but he stares around at those gathered, those alive, some with twisted ankles and bruised bones, but alive.
He should know this spell, he thinks to himself as he extends his hand. Illuminate the room, he tries to tell himself, brighten their faces, remove their fear, and just as he thinks it won’t work, light plays off his fingertips, growing into a ball and he allows it to sail up and into the cracked ceiling of the cellar. His chest heaves with the effort of the spell and he finds himself a pillar to lean against, waiting and hoping to see Gale and his friends to return.
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It takes time, perhaps hours, and most of which coaxing young ones with light shows he has no energy for, but Tav thinks he hears footsteps above them, voices, someone to help them. He hurries over to the ladder and climbs up to the hatch and bangs against it with his fist.]
We’re down here!
[He coughs, as the hatch is covered with dust and debris, but he tries again.]
Down here! We’re down here!
[For extra measure, he tries to gather the light again and force it through the key hole as a beacon for whoever might be out there.]
By the weave they won, and Gale had been cautiously optimistic of course but the odds --
The odds had not been in their favour, especially missing someone. Gale had stood there, gazing up at the stem, and known he could end it all. That if he ascended alone, allowed his companions to retreat, he could finish this.
He could save everyone,
Yet they won, and as they stand on the dock watching the brain sink into the Chionthar, Gale cannot help but feel his mind wander.
The Crown of Karsus. It's out there, somewhere. The potential answer to so many problems.
First, however, perhaps at least a little sit down -- if not a drink. A drink truly would be a blessing, he's so tired.
Yet as they walk through Baldur's Gate, Gale feels the unease begin to build. The wave of destruction the netherbrain left in its wake is not without casualties, and some buildings have been tipped fully over.
He locked Tav in. He locked him in, and as they round the corner Gale feels the last of his strength begin to ebb.
The Elfsong, half collapsed.
Maybe if he'd detonated the orb, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe the blast would have destroyed the brain entirely, blown it into so many pieces the tavern would have survived.
Maybe Gale is a selfish fool, and in trying to have everything his own way he's left himself with nothing.
Karlach's voice snaps him out of it, her strong arms hauling fallen masonry and beams.
Soldier! On your feet, I can hear voices.
Voices.
Shadowheart is already helping dig, Astarion carefully picking over the structure to listen for where people might be buried, and Gale scrambles forward to start digging. He's not the strongest among them, but adrenaline is a powerful thing and scrabbles through rubble until his fingers begin to bleed.
Here, Karlach says, and Gale is at his side in a moment. The hatch -- of course, of course, and he's fumbling to help unearth it. To move as much rubble as he can until she can pull it open. ]
[Tav hears the voices draw closer still and then in a rush of fresh air and dust, a tiefling tears the hatch off its hinges, throwing it to the side. A bewildered but grateful Tav stares up into the first rays of dawn and into the faces of the those who saved him from the pit. He’s so covered in dust, his freckles aren’t visible, but he’s alive and his mismatched eyes seek out Gale first.]
[ Wounded isn't his department, and Gale is more than happy to defer on this. He moves to reach for someone, but Karlach is doing so too and... on balance, she's stronger. He sits back watching people being helped up the ladder and out one by one.
His heart is still pounding, the beat of it so heavy it's starting to make Gale feel a little lightheaded in all honesty.
He may need to just. Sit. For a moment. This is far too many shocks in one day for a man much more at home in a library.
Tav emerges, drawn up by Karlach's strong grip, and Gale's gaze follows him. ]
You're okay.
[ He moves to reach for him, as if to just... be sure. To brace him, brace them both a moment. ]
[Karlach pulls Tav out my his shoulders and deposits him on the remains of the Elfsong and as soon as Gale begins to reach for him, Tav responds in kind. He curls his arms around Gale, albeit a touch more cautious.]
I'm alright. [He murmurs into Gale's shoulder.] I remembered the hatch in time.
[There's something oddly familiar and comforting to holding Gale like this.] You came back.
[ His arms loop around Tav, squeeze him tight into his body. ]
I promise to return to you, and the gods themselves could not keep me from your side.
[ Well, they probably could, but he would fight them with everything he could. A tempest of magic, ready to die in the process if he must rather than be kept from the other man's side. ]
[Tav can't help but feel surprisingly safe here in Gale's embrace. Brief memories flit through his broken mind, of learning something with Gale, talking about books, but an embrace like this top all of them. He knows he's dirty, covered in dust, but so is Gale, and it seems to suitable that they meld together like this.]
As long as you come back, I do not think I could ask for anything more.
[Except perhaps fewer nosebleeds, because he can feel another one coming on. He must be exerting himself too hard again. However, he can't bring himself to pull away quite yet.]
[Tav starts to reach up as more blood oozes out over Gale’s thumb.] Seems to happen when I remember things.
[And with the breadth of things Tav needs to remember, he’s not sure the nosebleeds will stop any time soon. For now, they seem a relatively mild annoyance in comparison to the torture he endured.]
[ Bleeding at every memory, and so much to remember too. Gale frowns in thought, glancing around at the others as they pull the rest of the survivors to safety. ]
Well I don't know about you, but I think a drink would be a good start. Something to eat, and perhaps a more comfortable environment than this.
[ It's a low bar, but he thinks they can achieve it. Gale pushes to his feet, reaching to steady Tav as they both wobble up. ]
Eating, perhaps. [If only because Tav has no idea how alcohol may affect his addled mind. The last thing he needs is to lose what few memories he’s already acquired.
As he stands, he reaches out for Gale to steady him, as he wobbles. He’s so low on strength, a bed and some food sounds perfect, especially if it’s with Gale.]
[ Given the unfortunate state of the Elfsong, and the wide range of damage as a whole being still repaired in Baldur's Gate, the alternative tavern options are limited.
Still, after pooling their money and limping their way through the city they find something blessedly intact and serving food. Gale enjoys cooking, but he's so tired. He's glad to not have to think about it. Every time he goes to do something his hands feel closer to developing a quake.
Still, a drink and some food does go some way to taking the edge off that. Tav, he thinks, isn't getting worse which is equally reassuring. His nosebleeds are... concerning, yes, but so long as he continues to remember and nothing... unpleasant happens then surely it's all good?
He hopes.
He's unpacking his bag into a room, half watching Tav out of the corner of his eyes as he does. ]
You can have your own room, if you prefer.
[ Since he... doesn't remember their relationship. Sharing might be awkward? ]
[After what feels like his millionth nosebleed, he joins Gale at his table to get something solid to eat. It tastes wonderful—- a full belly—- that he doesn’t realize that he’s started changing right in front if Gale.
The new scars are horrific. While Astarion’s had purpose and meaning, Tav’s are ramshackle and with partern. And his chest is not much better.]
I can sleep on the floor. [Sucking in a breath.] I don’t want to sleep alone.
I feel safe with you, Gale. [Tav pulls off the rest of his shirt to reveal the rest of his new scars. It looks as if someone tried to cut him limb from limb with a too-dull instrument.] I don’t want to sleep alone.
[He remembers a rejection like this, something about too much excitement and then blood begins to dribble down his nose and over his chin before Tav can catch it with his shirt.
His brows furrow and his breath catches.
Another rejection. Something about the heat of battle and more blood oozes from his nose.
Maybe… maybe it’s Tav who has all of this wrong. Maybe it was Tav who forced himself, is still forcing himself on Gale. More blood dribbles from his nose as his mind re-interprets the playful shoves as desperate needs to be away from Tav.] I see.
[He dabs at his nose one more time before pulling his shirt on, followed by his pack.] I apologize for forcing you.
[More blood, more heartbreak and the desire to leave.
Hang on. Whatever your twisted mind is telling you, you've never forced me. I can promise you that.
[ Where had he even gotten the idea? Some dark thought, some fractured memory? Gale moves closer, to intercept should he try to leave. ]
If you want to be here, you are welcome here -- that I can assure you. I'd enjoy it, even, I only... don't want to intrude too much. But you can sleep with me, of course you can. This room is plenty big enough for two.
Gale reaches out, gently guides Tav to sit on the edge of the bed and fumbles for a cloth to try to stem the flow of blood. ]
Now, I'm no medical expert here but considering your memory is patchy at best I'm going to guess you're getting in a muddle. So I'll have to ask you to trust me here, and to trust that I've wanted you for some time. I may not have communicated it well, because circumstances did cause other things to take priority, but hear me now. I love you. Even the raw magic of the weave seems mundane to how you make me feel.
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Date: 2023-10-14 09:43 pm (UTC)His heart plays a restless beat as he tries to envision all the outcomes. A world of endless possibilities, of roads not taken, of battles won and lost.
If they go and leave the prism here, they'll be out of its protection anyway. If they take the prism, they doom those they leave behind.
If the battle is lost, they all become mindflayers.
Gale lowers the cloth, hand lifting to touch Tav's face once more. ]
Do you still hear it? The voice?
[ Urging him into violence? ]
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Date: 2023-10-14 09:50 pm (UTC)[He is about to shut his eyes to think when Gale's fingers brush his face, ease over his cheek, and Tav allows himself to become distracted. This touch is so much kinder than any that he has ever known. Granted, he doesn't know many other touches than being cut with a knife innumerable times and a thin blade in his ear, but he desires more of it, desires more of Gale.
For a moment, he allows himself to watch Gale, to study those brown eyes and search his scattered memories for something. The mention of the voice actually brings forth a memory, a rather unpleasant one.]
I tried to kill you once. [His breath hitches in his chest. That must be the voice Gale is talking about, the one urging him to split Gale open, to paint the ground with his blood.] N-no I don't hear that voice.
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Date: 2023-10-14 11:30 pm (UTC)Try being the operative word. My knots held you steady, no matter how much you longed to make a necklace of my eyeballs.
[ His thumb continues to gently rub over Tav's skin in soothing strokes. ]
I don't hold it against you. I know it wasn't what you wanted.
[ He remembers, vividly, the rest of what had been said.
No matter what I say after these next few minutes, I love you, Gale.
He believes him. He'll hold onto that. ]
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Date: 2023-10-14 11:37 pm (UTC)There's a knock at the door and the tiefling-- Karlach, he's come to know-- pushes her head in.]
Soldier, [She nods to Tav, who stares blankly at her. She then turns to Gale, the heat of the upcoming battle in her words.] It's time, Gale.
[Tav turns back to Gale and allows his hand to slowly drop away.] Lock the door anyway? Just in case.
[He doesn't want there to be the slightest chance that a voice might call him away from the safety of the Elfsong.] I'll see you on the other side.
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Date: 2023-10-15 10:49 am (UTC)He feels as if he's barely had any rest at all.
No matter. Perhaps a potion or two can restore him. Gale grasps for the hand dropping from his face, presses a kiss to the back of it. ]
Wait for me.
[ Then Gale retreats, swipes up his pack and leaves the room.
After a moment of hesitation, he carefully locks the door from the outside as requested. In truth, he suspects if the whispers truly pushed Tav to do harm again one door wouldn't be enough to stop him.
One way or another, he thinks, this will be over soon.
The group descend under the city, and Gale quietly hopes that he will be able to return to unlock that door. That Tav will be there when he returns.
That he can take him to Waterdeep, finally find some peace.
That the Emperor is trustworthy after all. ]
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Date: 2023-10-15 11:14 am (UTC)Please bring Gale back.
There’s a bright glimmering halo at some point and then the brain begins to fall. The tail drags through building after building and it doesn’t take someone with all of their memories to see the path of that fall. The Elfsong will be destroyed and him with it if he doesn’t get out of the way. He promised Gale to keep safe and he will keep safe in any way he can. Tav dashes to the door before remembering it’s locked and he flits through his scattered memories to try and remember any sort of spell to break it open. Nothing. Nothing. But there are statuettes over the fireplace and he breaks one over the door handle and kicks the door the rest of the way open. Dashing down the stairs, he can’t understand why everyone is still standing around.]
We’re in its path! Go!
[But now he can see the spine curving and twisting and nearly on top of them. There’s no time to get out, only---
Down.]
There’s a hatch! [Tav leads the way to a hatch he only has the faintest recall of and tears back the carpet covering it. Oh gods.] Jump down! Ignore the ladder! Just jump!
[Men, women, children, all sorts scramble for the opening as brick and mortar come down around them and Tav knows he promised, but he might not make it with a handful of patrons still a foot or so away. He reaches out to grab them, pulls them in, and then the hatch over the top of them just as the white brick slams down on top of them. Tav falls down on top of someone but he stares around at those gathered, those alive, some with twisted ankles and bruised bones, but alive.
He should know this spell, he thinks to himself as he extends his hand. Illuminate the room, he tries to tell himself, brighten their faces, remove their fear, and just as he thinks it won’t work, light plays off his fingertips, growing into a ball and he allows it to sail up and into the cracked ceiling of the cellar. His chest heaves with the effort of the spell and he finds himself a pillar to lean against, waiting and hoping to see Gale and his friends to return.
---
It takes time, perhaps hours, and most of which coaxing young ones with light shows he has no energy for, but Tav thinks he hears footsteps above them, voices, someone to help them. He hurries over to the ladder and climbs up to the hatch and bangs against it with his fist.]
We’re down here!
[He coughs, as the hatch is covered with dust and debris, but he tries again.]
Down here! We’re down here!
[For extra measure, he tries to gather the light again and force it through the key hole as a beacon for whoever might be out there.]
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Date: 2023-10-15 12:29 pm (UTC)By the weave they won, and Gale had been cautiously optimistic of course but the odds --
The odds had not been in their favour, especially missing someone. Gale had stood there, gazing up at the stem, and known he could end it all. That if he ascended alone, allowed his companions to retreat, he could finish this.
He could save everyone,
Yet they won, and as they stand on the dock watching the brain sink into the Chionthar, Gale cannot help but feel his mind wander.
The Crown of Karsus. It's out there, somewhere. The potential answer to so many problems.
First, however, perhaps at least a little sit down -- if not a drink. A drink truly would be a blessing, he's so tired.
Yet as they walk through Baldur's Gate, Gale feels the unease begin to build. The wave of destruction the netherbrain left in its wake is not without casualties, and some buildings have been tipped fully over.
He locked Tav in. He locked him in, and as they round the corner Gale feels the last of his strength begin to ebb.
The Elfsong, half collapsed.
Maybe if he'd detonated the orb, it wouldn't have happened. Maybe the blast would have destroyed the brain entirely, blown it into so many pieces the tavern would have survived.
Maybe Gale is a selfish fool, and in trying to have everything his own way he's left himself with nothing.
Karlach's voice snaps him out of it, her strong arms hauling fallen masonry and beams.
Soldier! On your feet, I can hear voices.
Voices.
Shadowheart is already helping dig, Astarion carefully picking over the structure to listen for where people might be buried, and Gale scrambles forward to start digging. He's not the strongest among them, but adrenaline is a powerful thing and scrabbles through rubble until his fingers begin to bleed.
Here, Karlach says, and Gale is at his side in a moment. The hatch -- of course, of course, and he's fumbling to help unearth it. To move as much rubble as he can until she can pull it open. ]
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Date: 2023-10-15 12:54 pm (UTC)We have some wounded, but all patrons are alive.
[Including himself.]
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Date: 2023-10-16 02:16 pm (UTC)[ Wounded isn't his department, and Gale is more than happy to defer on this. He moves to reach for someone, but Karlach is doing so too and... on balance, she's stronger. He sits back watching people being helped up the ladder and out one by one.
His heart is still pounding, the beat of it so heavy it's starting to make Gale feel a little lightheaded in all honesty.
He may need to just. Sit. For a moment. This is far too many shocks in one day for a man much more at home in a library.
Tav emerges, drawn up by Karlach's strong grip, and Gale's gaze follows him. ]
You're okay.
[ He moves to reach for him, as if to just... be sure. To brace him, brace them both a moment. ]
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Date: 2023-10-16 02:24 pm (UTC)I'm alright. [He murmurs into Gale's shoulder.] I remembered the hatch in time.
[There's something oddly familiar and comforting to holding Gale like this.] You came back.
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Date: 2023-10-16 04:08 pm (UTC)[ His arms loop around Tav, squeeze him tight into his body. ]
I promise to return to you, and the gods themselves could not keep me from your side.
[ Well, they probably could, but he would fight them with everything he could. A tempest of magic, ready to die in the process if he must rather than be kept from the other man's side. ]
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Date: 2023-10-16 04:15 pm (UTC)As long as you come back, I do not think I could ask for anything more.
[Except perhaps fewer nosebleeds, because he can feel another one coming on. He must be exerting himself too hard again. However, he can't bring himself to pull away quite yet.]
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Date: 2023-10-18 12:12 pm (UTC)You could ask for plenty more. I am beyond lucky to have you.
[ He eases back, letting out a slow breath, then spots the spot of blood again. ]
Oh, but look at you.
[ The wizard rummages for a handkerchief, but he has nothing clean so he sighs and tries to rub it away with a thumb. ]
As pleasant as the rugged look is on you, I think we need to work on this. An eternity of nosebleeds seems a poor fate for anyone.
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Date: 2023-10-19 01:59 pm (UTC)[And with the breadth of things Tav needs to remember, he’s not sure the nosebleeds will stop any time soon. For now, they seem a relatively mild annoyance in comparison to the torture he endured.]
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Date: 2023-10-19 03:06 pm (UTC)Well I don't know about you, but I think a drink would be a good start. Something to eat, and perhaps a more comfortable environment than this.
[ It's a low bar, but he thinks they can achieve it. Gale pushes to his feet, reaching to steady Tav as they both wobble up. ]
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Date: 2023-10-19 04:02 pm (UTC)As he stands, he reaches out for Gale to steady him, as he wobbles. He’s so low on strength, a bed and some food sounds perfect, especially if it’s with Gale.]
Definitely food, and a comfortable bed.
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Date: 2023-10-19 04:20 pm (UTC)[ He wraps Tav back into his arms with a sigh, weight leaning into him a little. ]
I feel as if I could sleep for a week. A comfortable bed, a glass of wine, and a nice stew or I wouldn't say no to a good piece of cormyrian boar.
[ He sighs, drawing back and cupping Tav's face with one hand. ]
Let's see what the others want to do, shall we? Go from there.
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Date: 2023-10-19 10:31 pm (UTC)Agreed.
[Tav turns to Karlach but she’s already nodding along.]
A drink and some stew sounds perfect, soldiers.
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Date: 2023-10-21 07:49 pm (UTC)Still, after pooling their money and limping their way through the city they find something blessedly intact and serving food. Gale enjoys cooking, but he's so tired. He's glad to not have to think about it. Every time he goes to do something his hands feel closer to developing a quake.
Still, a drink and some food does go some way to taking the edge off that. Tav, he thinks, isn't getting worse which is equally reassuring. His nosebleeds are... concerning, yes, but so long as he continues to remember and nothing... unpleasant happens then surely it's all good?
He hopes.
He's unpacking his bag into a room, half watching Tav out of the corner of his eyes as he does. ]
You can have your own room, if you prefer.
[ Since he... doesn't remember their relationship. Sharing might be awkward? ]
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Date: 2023-10-22 01:32 pm (UTC)The new scars are horrific. While Astarion’s had purpose and meaning, Tav’s are ramshackle and with partern. And his chest is not much better.]
I can sleep on the floor. [Sucking in a breath.] I don’t want to sleep alone.
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Date: 2023-10-23 09:06 pm (UTC)Gale tries not to stare, but that certainly is... a scene. ]
You don't have to sleep on the floor, I just --
[ How to word it? ]
I wouldn't want to... presume.
[ There, that makes sense he thinks? He hesitates, sets aside his bag and inches around the room towards Tav. ]
I know you don't remember everything, and I wouldn't want you to feel... obligated to behave like you did.
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Date: 2023-10-23 09:30 pm (UTC)[He remembers a rejection like this, something about too much excitement and then blood begins to dribble down his nose and over his chin before Tav can catch it with his shirt.
His brows furrow and his breath catches.
Another rejection. Something about the heat of battle and more blood oozes from his nose.
Maybe… maybe it’s Tav who has all of this wrong. Maybe it was Tav who forced himself, is still forcing himself on Gale. More blood dribbles from his nose as his mind re-interprets the playful shoves as desperate needs to be away from Tav.] I see.
[He dabs at his nose one more time before pulling his shirt on, followed by his pack.] I apologize for forcing you.
[More blood, more heartbreak and the desire to leave.
I got you!
Date: 2023-10-23 10:26 pm (UTC)Gale blinks, then frowns slowly. ]
Hang on. Whatever your twisted mind is telling you, you've never forced me. I can promise you that.
[ Where had he even gotten the idea? Some dark thought, some fractured memory? Gale moves closer, to intercept should he try to leave. ]
If you want to be here, you are welcome here -- that I can assure you. I'd enjoy it, even, I only... don't want to intrude too much. But you can sleep with me, of course you can. This room is plenty big enough for two.
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Date: 2023-10-23 10:54 pm (UTC)He’s starting to get dizzy from all the memories mixing together that he’s honestly unstable on his feet.] Do you… want me? What has changed?
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Date: 2023-10-24 12:46 pm (UTC)Gale reaches out, gently guides Tav to sit on the edge of the bed and fumbles for a cloth to try to stem the flow of blood. ]
Now, I'm no medical expert here but considering your memory is patchy at best I'm going to guess you're getting in a muddle. So I'll have to ask you to trust me here, and to trust that I've wanted you for some time. I may not have communicated it well, because circumstances did cause other things to take priority, but hear me now. I love you. Even the raw magic of the weave seems mundane to how you make me feel.
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