#oceanweave

Gale: *by the fire, cooking, humming a little tune* Tristan: *comes up from behind, wraps his arms around Gale's waist* Gale: My love! Dinner's almost ready. Tristan: *peeking over his shoulder* Mmhh, I can't tell what looks better. The soup, or the gorgeous man making it. Gale: *chuckles, ever so slightly flustered* Tristan: Let me have a taste! Gale: Gladly! *scoops up some soup, lifts the ladle up* Tristan, smirking: Nuh uh. *steals a short, tender kiss from him* Delicious, as expected~

Tristan: Gale! Do you have a minute? I prepared something for you! Gale: Oh, you shouldn't have! What is it? Tristan: I found that gorgeous sonnet, let me just- *clears throat* Gale: *sits down, looking at him attentively* Tristan: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art... *blanks* ... hot. Gale: Tristan: Gale: ... Was that... Was that it, my love? Tristan, annoyed with himself: ... I guess. You can laugh now. *already chuckling as well* Gale: *absolutely bursts out into full on hyena cackle laughter* Tristan: *immediately laughs with him* Gale, a solid minute later: You're truly something unique, you know that? *leans in for a little kiss* Someone (probably Astarion) from the side line: I cannot believe that worked.