How whenever he speaks, all your attention is on him. Any and all other items are put to the side, so he knows he has your full concentration.
How you always save a seat for him no matter the occasion. Out at dinner, you leave your jacket or bag in the seat till you seem him coming. At a mutual friends party, you sit in the loveseat to lay your legs across till he comes, "There you are!"
How he is never an afterthought. He is your first thought. When another person brings up an activity, your first reaction is to look at him, "What do you think?" Every visit he's brought back some kind of trinket or food, "I saw it and thought of you."
It's when he's noticed himself doing the same things that he realizes he's utterly in love.
Hi I love your gale fanfics atm they're so absbabdnsnfn. I have this barbarian character in the game that has a pouch where she carries all the things she loves and would never trade and sell, which has a rock/gem collection, a stuffed animal and a music box... how would Gale react to finding Tav/reader on their own one night after a rough fight completely zoned out listening to a music box?
Also I have a headcanon that Tav/Reader and gale have rock collections-
This and you are adorable 😭🖤 I didn’t follow your ask exactly, blame my lack of sleep. I hope you love this as much as I love your request!!
Gale can be a bit nosy so he did simply ask what you were doing
And you were hesitant because, well, you liked Gale enough, but you didn’t know him THAT well
But he’s really intrigued and interested, and asks tons of questions. He always wants to learn more. So if you know something about a gem or a stone he’ll ask more questions than you know answers to
“So, what in that little pouch of yours reminds you of me the most?” He’s ask, with his hands on his hips, and a little cocky smile
Gale will get offended very easily be very easy on the poor explosive man
If you actually showed him what you collect he’d go out of his way to find small things he thought you’d like
Like straight up he went missing twice and y’all were panicked
Nope really wanted that shiny thing 10+ ft away behind some bramble because he knew it would bring some good memories or just be a nice gesture to show he likes your interests
(If you’re a woman he’d always present it as “for you, my lady” and bow, unfolding his hand to reveal whatever small thing he found)
Gale might even keep a collection of cute or simple things. But mostly he’d write down small notes (probably nerd shit) and fold them up til teeny tiny and toss them in his own pouch
So If he found you alone with a fairly battered, barely working music box, he already knew you had one, (he took the time to listen and remember the song) he’d sit next to you and just him along to it
Eventually when you actually romance him and you’re partners, he’d ask if you can take both of your collections and share 😭
tags: no warnings, sfw, fem reader, reader is a cleric, very self indulgent, in game spoilers and hints of astarion's story. let me know if i missed something.
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synopsis: the first time astarion truly lets his gaze settle on you and he finds he likes what he sees.
The first time Astarion saw you he didn’t take note of your appearance, he found he was too busy putting a knife to your throat. When the night on the beaches settles and he lays awake by the fire as you get prepared to rest, sanguine eyes watch you carefully as you unroll the bedding on the soft flat dirt. Your hair that you wear tied and away from your hair is half undone, the two braided front pieces flowing in crippled waves from your shoulder to your chest. Your modest and plain clothes don’t take away from the spring-like beauty you bare. Astarion knows a pretty face when he sees one, and he could admit that as he watched you that you had a fine face.
Your nose is distinct, he can see the small bump on its ridge and finds it charming - same with the smallest induction of a childhood scar on the right side of your nose bridge. There’s a faded, paler pink scar on the corner of your lips and your eyes are framed by wisps of lashes. Shadowheart calls your name, you two girls have developed a kinship in your shared roles as clerics, and Astarion finds himself charmed by the small mole on the hollow of your cheek. You are rather pretty; in the delicate way that finches and buttercups growing through the cobblestone are pretty. Shadowheart says something that makes you smile, you bid her goodnight and Astarion’s gaze then settles on a smaller mole tucked behind the line of your jaw.
His lip twitches, he’s found two already - how long would it be before he finds what other moles, scars and birthmarks that are thrown across your body like an artist flicks paint off their brush onto a canvas.Red eyes wander from your form and lets the path of the where the moonlight shines guide them until they have done a full scope of the area that is light by both the fire and the milk light of moon. The crimson makes its way back to you, only to freeze.
Your arms are bent over your head as your fingers undo the headpiece around your head. More hair, long and shining like expensive silk in the firelight falls around your shoulders. It curls and waves, he can see glints of warmer colors in the strands of your hair. Something to be envious of - how effortless you are in the simplest of movements, you throw your head back to make all your hair fall down one side to let your fingers cob through the length gently. Your head is tilted to the left, eyes downcast and just as your finger breaks through a small knot in your hair -
You meet his gaze.
The flirtatious smile that blooms on his face is near instinctual, and he can’t help but laugh a little at the look on your face. Wide-eyed and lips parted in a sweet, little, flustered gasp. If Astarion was closer he bets he could see the warmth rush to your face. There’s something that lurches in his mind, some tucked away anxiety over even that being too forward for you. Being with you for a few days has already shown him the cards of your person, you are timid and demure. Warm from the heart to your outer self and put all sorts of effort into keeping others happy.
The defining picture of a maiden is exactly what you are and Astarion has drunk from similar goblets before but he finds none where as sweet as you. You smile back, shaky and wobbling in a way that makes him duck his head to snicker at your expression. Such a cute thing you are, the men in the taverns he used to prowl at would eat you alive.
Maybe even he would, if he had the freedom to return you in one piece. His lip tugs down in a sort of frown before his gaze like a moth to a flame lands on you again. The cover of your bed roll is to your waist, and others are asleep but you are still awake. Looking back at him, he sees you attempt to raise your hand in a brief wave. He returns, waiting eagerly for what it is you want.
Astarion almost snorts, when you obviously mouth the word “Goodnight.” to him, moving your lips so he can see how your teeth clink against each other to emphasize the t in the word. He mumbles it back and half waves, letting his hand fall limp when he sees you smile again. It’s softer, more natural and fits across the plains of your face so sweetly. You beam like the sun in midday despite it being well into nightfall ; Astarion can’t help but find it charming, despite the naivety of it all and likens the stars in the sky to the way the embers of the fire glow in your eyes.
It would worry him usually when sweet things show such kindness to men like him but then again, if Astarion plays his cards right…there won’t be other men like him. He huffed a laugh that the cool midnight breeze carries to you as you tuck your head into your bed roll. It makes you flush, presses your head deeper into the rather comfortable covers to hide the warmth of your ears. Astarion is the last thing you see before you sleep and the last thing you hear.
