Pushing my wrap shirt agenda with some fan art for the latest chapter of probably THE quintessential Bloodweave fic- by @lunarwench
“Gale is standing at his desk, side-profile to the doorway, studying one of his books. His nice coat has been thrown carelessly to the chair at his desk, and his shoes have been kicked off towards the piano. In just his trousers and a thin linen undershirt, all the alluring lines of his figure are visible in the flickering glow of the crackling fire.
The broad width of his shoulders, the long lean muscle of his arms. Astarion’s gaze travels languidly up the length of Gale’s back to the mussed curling ends of his hair. Some of it is pulled back and secured with a woven band.
Astarion feels the urge to undo it and let that dark hair cascade down to frame all the masculine angles of his face. His fingers itch to sink into those long, messy locks once again. There’s a rising sense of urgency building in his gut as he watches Gale simply standing there.”
I’m so not normal about this fic, I can’t wait to bookbind it 😭😭😭