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"What did you say?" the pale man asked, sounding almost breathless. He clenched his hands at his sides, digging what appeared to be very dark, sharp nails—almost claws—into his palms.
“You're beautiful," Gale repeated, rolling onto his side. His chest ached, and his vision was blurring again. If this was a vision before death, perhaps this was his mind's strange conjuring of an angel. Might as well make the most of it. "Like an angel....or a mermaid…? But those flippers are distinct…a pinniped?" he coughed weakly, his eyelids fluttering. He was rambling like an idiot.
"Not a bad last sight," Gale murmured, letting his eyelids droop. "The mind plays such tricks…" He reached out, gripping one clammy hand in his. His attempt to lace their hands together was restricted by a delicate web between each of Astarion's pale fingers. The other man's hand went rigid as stone, but he didn't pull away.
"Depths below, you're not dying, you imbecile," Astarion snapped. "Although perhaps it'd be better if you were." Those were the last words Gale heard before he slipped beneath the wave of unconsciousness.
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Selkie Astarion