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ɢᴀʟᴇ, ʀɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴅᴇᴇᴘ 🔮 ([personal profile] netherese) wrote in [personal profile] gwilym 2024-05-23 08:03 pm (UTC)

[He finds himself immensely grateful for the offer of wine, not only because of his empty glass, but because the shift in topic, however slight, might help him to feel slightly less at odds with himself— a momentary thought that he immediately feels guilty for allowing to pass through his mind at all. It had been important to him to encourage Godfrey to share, it still was, but he has not, perhaps, been entirely honest about why that might be, with Godfrey or with himself.

He leans forward to hold out his glass, balancing himself against the ground with one hand.]


Ah, yes— please, though I hope you will join me for another, as well.

[The space between them had already been small, narrow, and leaning forward brings them inordinately close to one another in a way that is bordering on terribly distracting. Gale finds himself keenly aware of the fact that this is the first time Godfrey has ever physically joined him in his tent, but he's certainly thought about what might happen if he did on more than one occasion.

Gods above, he is certainly going to find himself in one of the nine hells for thinking such things of a still-grieving widower— devoted to the church, at that. Gale has never considered himself to be particularly hedonistic, but when comparing himself to Godfrey, he feels downright sinful.]

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