Time had passed again, but this time mere days instead of weeks. This time Agreth did decide to call on Gale.
At their last parting Gale explained where he was living in Baldur’s Gate with such acute detail that it left no room for question that it was a genuine offer. So Agreth now stood, looking over the expansive building that had been so carefully described to him. It struck him as rather unassuming for containing one of the greatest wizard minds of the time, though he could not deny it was notably well kept and certainly grand.
Something more reminiscent of a cottage with natural wooden frames, and subtle polished details. It evoked a sense of belonging in the woods. Whatever was not polished wood was of a pristine white. The size spoke of being a mansion however, certainly larger than one person alone could properly upkeep without help. Agreth turns slightly to look at the pathway he had just walked up and the water just beyond. He lived on the waterfront of Baldur’s Gate too, which is no small feat.
He shifts his weight from foot to foot crunching some of the snow that lay on the ground in a nervous action before reaching to the door and knocking.
The pause afterwards stretches on unbearably. When the door mercifully opens Gale is revealed within. His face lights up with a warm smile, and he quickly steps aside to welcome Agreth inside.
"Agreth, it's wonderful to see you," he greets, his tone conveying both surprise and delight that his invitation had not been wasted. "Please, come in. You must be cold."
As Agreth steps into the entryway, he’s immediately struck by the contrast between the modest exterior and the richly appointed interior. The hallway is lined with shelves filled with books and artifacts, each promising a story of Gale's immersion in his studies and magical pursuits. Soft, warm light spills from elegant lamps, illuminated by some unseen flame, casting a welcoming glow that seems to chase away the last remnants of the winter chill.
Gale guides them both with familiar ease into a spacious living area, where a fire crackles merrily in an ornate fireplace made more so by the subtle decorations of the festive season woven on the hearth in boughs and dried fruits. Comfortable seating is arranged in a way that invites conversation, and the windows offer a stunning view of the waterfront, the calm water reflecting the clear evening sky.
"Can I get you something warm to drink?" Gale offers with the familiar ease of hosting guests, gesturing toward a small but well-stocked kitchen area barely visible from the sitting room. "Tea, coffee, perhaps something a bit stronger to ward off the cold?" he inquires with a bit of playful vibrato.
“Tea.” Agreth accepts kindly, settling down into one of the chairs trying to find comfort and relaxation despite the nervousness that touches him.
Gale turns to prepare the drinks with a lightness. Agreth’s eyes trail after him until he is cut from his vision. If Gale was nervous as well, it did not show. He seemed relaxed and genuinely happy to have him in his home.
Agreth eases some, taking in the organized chaos of the room. The atmosphere is one of comfort and quiet sophistication, reflecting the wizard's personal tastes and intellectual lifestyle.
“I must admit, I’ve been hoping you’d visit.” he confesses as he ducks back into the room and hands Agreth a warm cup, settling into a neighbouring chair. Agreth showing appreciation for the cup, smiles wider at his words.
As though realizing how he may sound making such a quick confession, he quickly adds unprompted. "That isn’t to say that I haven’t been keeping busy with my research and the usual array of mystical quandaries." He falters a second time, realizing that that too, may sound dismissive.
In self defeat he succumbs to his original intention. "But I must confess, my thoughts have often returned to our last meeting. It was... memorable, to say the least."
He pauses, setting his mug down. "It's not every day one finds a connection that resonates with you. I've found myself looking forward to seeing you again, wondering about the continuation of our... explorations, both magical and personal." His words are gentle but earnest.
Agreth lowers his own cup in response, his eyes matching Gale’s, the light smile still playing about his features.
"I've... thought of it more often than a gentleman should." he confesses himself, his words falling away into a fragile awkward hush that stills between them. The leap of casual conversation to both hearts yearning to connect deeper being a difficult one to navigate.
A hint of a smile plays at Gale’s lips, softening the intensity of the moment, but his eyes never leave Agreth’s, ensuring that the weight of his words is felt. "I believe there is much we could explore together, Agreth. Not just the magic and the intellectual pursuits, but something deeper, more personal. I feel a potential between us that I am very much inclined to pursue, if you are willing."
Gale shifts slightly in his chair, leaning forward, an unconscious gesture that lessens the physical and emotional distance between them. "I'm interested in seeing where this can go, in learning about you, with you. I hope that you feel the same, that this isn't merely a passing fancy for either of us."
The room, with its gentle firelight and the quiet ambience, becomes a sanctuary where these confessions seem not just appropriate but necessary. His words provoke a wide smile that softens Agreth’s facial expression into something tender. He had danced between opinions on if he had made the right decision on their last evening together. He was haunted by the what ifs of a missed opportunity, or the decision being ill received by Gale. But this... this is exactly what he was hoping would be the proper beginning for them. Gale's invitation is clear, and his openness about his feelings offers a path forward that is both exciting and filled with mutual understanding and respect.
Agreth’s leans forward as well, the firmness of his look fearlessly met, an excited abandon touching his own words. "Nothing would make me happier.” he confirms “I fear I've become captivated by you wizard. Your mind, your magic-" he pauses a moment giving a cheeky glance "-your body. All of it has been fulfilling, fascinating and something I eagerly hope to discover and rediscover."
Agreth leans forward in his own chair, echoing the closing of the gap in his excitement "You have sparked inspiration and passion in me." He pauses in his excitement, his eyes drifting from Gale for the first time, a furrow touching his brow as he searches for a word significant enough. "You’ve become my muse." he concludes, the weight of the words heavy in his voice, as though it was a realization he himself had just made.
Gale's expression deepens with emotion, his offer being met with enthusiasm and a declaration of the bards own moving him. The term ‘muse’ is not lost for a wizard for whom inspiration is as vital as breath, and he absorbs the gravity of what Agreth shared.
"You honor me, Agreth," Gale responds, his voice thick. "To be considered a muse, especially to someone as talented and deeply feeling as you, is a distinction I cherish greatly."
His eyes lower for a moment, contemplating his own swirling emotions, trying to draw words from it.
"I, too, find myself inspired by you," he starts, the warmth in his tone matching the fire's glow. "Your artistry, your perspective on the world... it enriches my own understanding and pushes me to explore beyond my usual boundaries. You've brought new colour to my thoughts, new rhythms to the beat of my daily life."
Gale leans even closer, bridging the last of the physical distance as his hand reaches out, finding Agreth’s, his fingers intertwining with his in a gesture that seals the mutual commitment to this new and exciting path. "Let us then be muses to each other. Let us inspire and be inspired, explore and be explored. Let us build something together that is as deep and enduring as it is passionate and immediate."
Agreth breathes genuinely taken aback by Gale’s words. Leaning forward he places a soft kiss upon his cheek. Gale's expression looks momentarily surprised, a gentle smile spreading across his face. His free hand coming up to lightly touch the place where Agreth’s lips just were, as if to preserve the warmth of the gesture.
“You’ve a way with words Wizard, are you sure you are not secretly a Bard?” Agreth continues with a light teasing tone.
Gale chuckles, the sound rich and resonant in the cozy room. "Ah, but if I were a bard, I fear I might not be able to keep up with someone of your caliber." he replies, the twinkle in his eye reflecting both humour and admiration.
"Although you do bring out a certain poetic side of me," he admits, his voice becoming reflective. "Perhaps there is a bit of the bard in me, after all, awakened by your influence."
"A Magical Minstral?" Agreth muses in response. He leans back in his chair playfully exaggerating his considerations "Or perhaps a Musical Magus?"
Gale's chuckle blooms into full laughter. "I like the sound of 'Musical Magus,'" he replies with a delighted grin. "It has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?"
He leans back mirroring Agreth’s playful posture, a rare ease touching his body even in his own home. "We could revolutionize the performance arts in Baldur's Gate. Blending magic and music in ways never seen before. Imagine the possibilities, Agreth."
Gale's playful banter starts to take on a focused edge as Gale plays with the idea, an area of genuine enthusiasm for the idea growing in his words. "We could create experiences that resonate on multiple levels, intertwining our skills to craft performances that are both beautiful and bewitching.Shows that not only entertain but enchant literally." In his excitement he sits forward, giving Agreth’s hand an excited squeeze of emphasis.
"That does sound rather enchanting, I confess." Agreth considers a moment, his eyes dancing across the Wizards' handsome sharp features, animated with zeal as he slips into magical musing.
"As much as I’d like to keep our combining of magic secret, something just for us. There does appear to be an opportunity to enchant others in a way previously unseen." He pauses another moment a new thought striking him "I wonder why it has never been done before? Surely a bard and a wizard have previously thought to share their talents with each other."
Gale nods thoughtfully, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight as he considers. "It's an interesting question, indeed," he muses. "Maybe the right pair of minds never aligned in such a way. Collaboration between a wizard and a bard would require not just a melding of talents but a deep mutual understanding and respect for each other's arts. It's not a common pairing, given the often solitary nature of spell-craft and the more communal nature of bardic performance."
Gal’s eyes return to Agreth’s, his excitement about the idea growing as he continues. "But here we are, you with your profound musical gifts, and I with my arcane knowledge. We have both the opportunity and the inclination. Maybe it's our unique combination of personalities and skills that makes this possible now."
Gale's hand slips from Agreths, both now free coming to rest steepled beneath his chin in a deepening of consideration. "We could start small, test the waters with a few private performances, gauge the reactions. If the concept is as captivating to others as it is to us, we could expand, tailor our shows to different audiences, different settings."
Agreth watches him with tender amusement, relishing in his excitement and ability to work himself up into a fervor.
"You speak as though you intend to discover a whole new school of magic." he responds in a light hearted much cooler tone.
Gale's laughs once more, warm and rich, his delight evident. "Perhaps that's a bit ambitious," he concedes with a wry smile, "but who's to say what discoveries lie ahead when two such different worlds of magic intersect? Truly, isn't that what magic is all about? Pushing boundaries, exploring the unknown, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary?”
He stands suddenly, pulling Agreth up gently with him, energized by the conversation and the potential of what lies ahead. "Come, let's sketch out some initial ideas. What environments or themes excite you? What magical effects have you always wished to see integrated into a performance? Today marks the beginning of something thrilling."
Agreth blinks in surprise, taken off guard by the sudden standing, not expecting him to be so keen to start immediately. He laughs and gives in happily though, willing to explore with him. "No patience Wizard?" He teases lightly as Gale brings him to a wider room, one more dedicated to magical studies.
Agreth considers his question as he looks around the room familiarizing himself with the space. What environments or themes do excite him? What has he always wished he could tap into? What would make his performance not only more whole, but to transform it into something entirely new?
"Healing." He says suddenly, his eyes turning back to Gale. "That is to say, moving beyond just touching the emotions of my audience." He moves to stand facing the wizard again, gently grasping his hands once more.
"I've always been able to tap into the emotions and memories of what others are feeling. I can pluck forth the sweet long ago memories of a past lover, or remind people of the warm feeling of holidays spent with family, or chill someone with the oppressed feelings of loneliness and fear.” He takes a breath “But I've never been able to change those emotions. To heal a broken heart. To alleviate loneliness or fear. I can only remind others of what they are already feeling." his brow furrows and his expression darkens some "I'm not sure that's even possible, but it is my honest answer."
Gale listens intently, his eyes reflecting both admiration and deep thought as Agreth articulates his vision. The idea of transforming emotional experiences through performance being one he would never consider on his own.
"That's a profound ambition, Agreth," Gale responds, his voice filled with an air of one who is unexpectedly impressed. "To not only evoke emotions but to transform and heal them through your art. Magic has many applications, some more subtle than others. While traditionally used to alter physical realities, why not emotional and psychological states as well?
Agreth’s expression eases as it seems Gale understands the almost intangible want that he was trying to express.
Gale’s eyes drift upwards as though trying to see his own thoughts as his mind races with possibilities, considering the arcane principles that might underpin such a venture. "Perhaps we could explore enchantments that gently guide the emotions, spells that create safe spaces for audiences to not only experience but also process and perhaps heal from their emotions. Your music would be the conduit, the spells I weave could amplify and direct the healing process."
He releases one hand to gesture around the room, filled with magical artifacts and books. "This room, this house, could be our laboratory. We could start small, test theories and spells, see how they interact with your music. It won't be simple, and it will require both of us to push the boundaries of what we believe is possible."
Feeling swept by by Gale’s torrent of enthusiasm, Agreth finds space to voice his own concerns.
"Do you think it is something we can achieve? I never considered it before, but as a wizard you do have access to illusionary, divination, transmutation and enchantment magics. I as a bard can be a conduit for the delivery, connecting to the psychological emotional state and though it's largely unpractised I have access to physical healing magics as well. Could a combination therein create a new spell entirely?"
Agreth’s mind finally starts to understand the same implications, beginning to catch up with Gale’s enthusiasm and his own thoughts starting to race as well. To discover a new spell never before seen, perhaps develop a new means of magic, and yes, even the possibility of forming an entirely new class of magic was overwhelming
Seeing that Agreth was finally fully onboard Gale’s eyes light up with fervour feeling fully unleashed, his mind already turning over the mechanics and magical theories that could potentially underpin such a groundbreaking endeavour.
“It’s precisely the convergence of our distinct magical disciplines that could make this possible,” he responds enthusiastically. “Your insights into the emotional and psychological, combined with my understanding of the more structural aspects of spell-craft, could indeed pave the way for something entirely new.”
Gale begins to pace slightly, a habit when his thoughts are particularly animated. “Consider this: your bardic magic touches on the Weave through music, influencing emotions and thoughts directly. Wizards, meanwhile, manipulate the Weave to alter physical and perceptual realities. If we could integrate these approaches- use your bardic influence to guide the emotional and psychological journey, while I anchor and shape the spell’s effects with more precision. We might be able to create spells that don’t just heal the body or mind, but the soul.”
Gale stops, turning back to Agreth with a look of determination. “We would need to experiment, of course. Start with small, controlled scenarios. Test the effects of combined spells on willing subjects, perhaps initially just evoking and then soothing minor emotional disturbances, and observe the results.”
He reaches for a nearby tome, flipping it open to a page filled with arcane symbols and annotations. “There are precedents in both our fields for influencing emotions and perceptions. Combining them, though, we’d need to be careful, ethical, and precise. We’d be charting unknown territory, after all.”
Setting the book down, Gale looks directly at Agreth as he pauses his tirade, his expression serious yet filled with an infectious excitement. Agreth watches the wizard pace about the room, selecting a book and glancing within almost out of habit than actually looking at it long enough to retain information.
Agreth hesitates a moment at the new thought that had pushed through the rapids of Gale’s excitement and floated at the top of his thoughts. A sort of sadness dampens his smile into something bitter sweet. He walks over, taking Gale’s hands once more, pulling him a bit closer, his voice hushed.
“Gale, do you remember the very first conversation we ever had? At my first interview at that tavern some time ago now?"
The unexpected reaction causes Gale to recoil in unfamiliarity for a beat, before with a slowing breath he relaxes and softens some at the affection as Agreth draws close. Not used to having another present during his magical exploration, it took effort to ease himself, but Agreth’s touch and proximity brought a calm amidst the swirl of possibilities, grounding him for a moment. Embracing this new strange sensation Gale leans forward slightly, coming to rest his forehead against Agreth’s, he closes his eyes, savouring the quiet connection.
"I do remember," he responds softly, the memory clear in his mind. "I'm grateful for that day, Agreth, and for every moment since. Each step has brought us closer, not just to each other but to new understandings of our crafts and ourselves."
Agreth raises a hand and gently rests it to his lips stilling his words as Gale through habit begins to twist back into his enthusiasm. Agreth’s eyes wrinkle in endearing amusement. Trying to focus the Wizard on the cusp of a life forming discovery was like trying to calm a hungry child in a candy store.
"Do you remember the other thing we discussed? You carry the burden so gracefully I feel you hardly give yourself the consideration to dwell on it"
Gale’s fervour is calmed once more at Agreth’s touch, keeping him in a more reflective state. He nods slowly, the reminder bringing a slight shift in his demeanour. "Yes, I remember," he acknowledges, taking Agreth’s hand from his lips, his voice softening as he refers to the burden. The arcane mark etched deep into his very essence, a subject of their earlier, more intimate conversations.
"You're right," he continues, his mind turning inward for a moment as he considers the weight of the mark he bears. "It's something I've learned to live with, to incorporate into my identity and my magic.” Gale’s admission is tinged with a vulnerability he seldom allows others to see.
"You said a part of your soul was damaged. Permanently muted." Agreth pulls his head back to meet his eyes again. "Do you think if we are successful at developing this new breed of magic, that it may be able to heal it?" He pauses looking off to the side a moment and then back at him "I don't mean to push it. I know you already said that some things remain damaged, and there can be a beauty and growth to it. That scars tell a story and are earned," he brings Gales hand up to his lips and gives it a quick kiss "but my heart has been saddened since, to think of any part of you to be damaged."
Gale listens intently, his expression turning solemn as Agreth revisits the topic of his soul's damage. The concern and tenderness in his voice as he discusses the potential for healing touches him deeply, bringing a mixture of appreciation and a slight, wistful sadness to his eyes.
"I'd be lying if I said I haven’t thought of ways to fully heal myself," he confesses. "But the sort of wound I’ve been inflicted I’m afraid would not be healed by emotional healing either." His gratitude for Agreth’s empathy and concern is evident in his tone.
"Agreth, your desire to help heal that part of me is a gift in itself. Whether or not our explorations lead to such a healing, I'm moved by your care. Our primary goal will be to develop this magic responsibly and effectively for the good it can do for others. If, along the way, we find it can mend what was thought irreparable, then all the better."
The same sadness touches Agreth’s eyes, the vibrancy of their potential discovery dimmed slightly at learning it would not benefit Gale. Gale, catching this shift, brings a hand to his chin, tilting his head up slightly offering a tender optimistic smile.
"Thank you, Agreth, for not just the inspiration, but for the compassion. It’s a rare treasure, and I am fortunate indeed to share this path with you."
Unable to deny his sincerity, Agreth’s own expression softens. He nods, satisfied with his thoughtful response.
And with that shift, he claps his hands together once, trying to capture the enthusiastic re-embracing of the fantastical task they have set out before themselves. "Now, with that settled. How do we go about approaching the first step of this?" He asks the thrilling racing in his heart being permitted to return "How do we start small?"
Gale matches his enthusiasm, his own excitement reignited by the prospect of diving into this groundbreaking project. He stands, drawing Agreth with him towards a large desk cluttered with scrolls, books, and various arcane instruments, each item a testament to his life dedicated to the study of magic.
"First steps," he begins, sweeping a hand across the desk to clear a space, revealing a large sheet of parchment that he quickly unfurls. It's blank, ready to capture the flurry of ideas. "We should start by outlining what we know about emotional influence through magic and music separately. We need a solid foundation of understanding to build upon."
He retrieves a quill and inkpot, gesturing for Agreth to join him in brainstorming. "Let's jot down everything pertinent. For you, the emotional triggers and responses evoked by different musical compositions and performances. For me, the spells and enchantments that manipulate emotional and psychological states.
Once we have that mapped out, we can look for overlaps and intersections—points where your music and my magic might naturally complement each other."
He pauses to consider "Perhaps a simple performance for a select audience, where we can carefully observe and measure the effects. We'll need to develop some means of gauging the audience's emotional states before, during, and after the performance to see if there's a noticeable change."
Gale looks to Agreth, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of the challenge. "We can use that data to refine our approach, tweak our methods, and slowly scale up the complexity and power of our experiments. It's meticulous work, but with profound potential."
His enthusiasm is contagious, and his plan is robust, blending the rigour of scientific method with the creative flair necessary for their artistic goals.
Agreth as he listens to his partner get lost in his enthusiasm hums under his breath, a note half in thought and half out of musical habit. He looks over the scrolls he set before them. "I believe starting with those building blocks is a logical first step. Let's focus on that first. I'll identify all the subtle ways in which I know how to captivate emotions. And you, your spells and enchantments that can influence emotional states through magical means. That groundwork should be considered and analyzed before we move on to even considering an audience and testing."
As Agreth shuffles and moves some of the scrolls out of the way, most of it is lost to his understanding, but his eyes do come to rest on a sigil he recognizes to be Cure Wounds. "Do I consider how to intertwine my healing magic as well? Remove Curse, Cure Wounds, Remedy and so forth? They are focused on physical ailments but I wonder if their healing properties could be integrated or altered to support true emotional healing" His words growing pensive as he thinks out loud.
Gale nods thoughtfully, appreciative of his proactive and analytical approach. "While traditionally these spells are aligned with physical healing, the underlying principles might be adaptable to emotional and psychological states as well. It's a fascinating angle to explore."
Gale leans over the desk, his fingers tracing the symbols of the Cure Wounds spell on the scroll Agreth was examining. "Magic often operates on principles that transcend their immediate applications. If we can deconstruct the essence of how these healing spells work, how they channel energy, how they restore balance, we might be able to extend or modify their effects."
Gale starts jotting down notes on a new scroll, sketching out preliminary ideas and questions. "Let's catalog your healing spells here, alongside their traditional uses. Then, we can brainstorm potential modifications or synergies with emotional manipulation techniques." Gale looks up at Agreth, his eyes alight with the shared thrill of discovery.
I need to ask your help with something then," Agreth begins, standing next to Gale looking as he hurriedly writes down his thoughts so as to not forget them. "You understand magic in a very different way than I do, I believe. Magic comes to me through dancing with it in my music and emotions. Without my violin, the Weave is elusive. I cannot touch it. You've connected with the Weave through intensive studies, breaking down and understanding the very structure of it."
Agreth pauses looking for the right words "I know how to work magic, but you know why it works." Agreth looks to him to see if that is an accurate assessment. “I believe that is why healing arts are lost to Wizards. You cannot cast them because they are so connected with emotions. That being said, I do not know the breakdown of why it works." He tilts his head slightly "Does that make sense?" He continues not quite waiting for an answer "I need you to observe me casting a healing spell, and with your critical understanding of how the Weave functions, I need you to break down the function of the spell. I'm afraid I'm not learned enough to do that, but you are. From there we may better understand how it can be transformed and integrated."
Gale listens intently, nodding thoughtfully as Agreth outlines his perspective on magic and at his request for his analytical expertise. His expression is one of focused interest, and when he finishes, he gives a small smile of satisfaction that his expertise is being acknowledged and requested.
"Your assessment is quite accurate, Agreth," he confirms, his tone respectful and encouraging. "The distinction between how we interact with the Weave is significant, and your insight into the emotional connection inherent in bardic magic is particularly astute. You're right; wizardry often overlooks the emotional components of magic, focusing more on the intellectual structures and formulas."
He starts to gather some of the notes and scrolls on the desk, moving it to a bookshelf nearby to create a more practical working area. Gale fetches a few instruments from a shelf: crystals known for their properties of magic detection, a small device for measuring magical flux, and a notebook for detailed observations. He sets up these instruments, positioning them around the space where Agreth will perform the spell.
"Whenever you're ready, please proceed. I’ll monitor the flow of the Weave and the specific manipulations it undergoes during the process. This will give us both a deeper understanding of the underlying mechanics."
Agreth blinks once more surprised at the theoretical conversation suddenly twisting to a literal here and now request. He laughs delighted once more at Gale’s shameless enthusiasm. It could be overwhelming to the wrong person, but he simply finds his drive thrilling. "Yes, I suppose I can start right now. The problem is, I'd need something to heal."
Gale pauses at this point, realizing the practical hurdle they face. He chuckles, sharing in the amusement at his own eagerness to dive right into action. "Of course, we need a practical application to truly analyze the effects," he agrees, his eyes scanning the room thoughtfully.
After a brief moment, he has an idea. "We could simulate a minor ailment or stress, something benign but detectable enough to allow us to observe the healing process. For instance, I could use a minor conjuration to create a sensation of mild discomfort or fatigue, something you could then address with your healing magic. It wouldn't cause any real harm, but it would provide us with a measurable effect to work with."
Gale prepares the spell, ensuring it's as gentle and controlled as possible. He casts a small, localized burn on his own hand, The flesh reacting with a slight tingling sensation that mimics the feeling of being overstretched or mildly burned by an overturned cup of tea. "There, that should do. Nothing harmful, but enough for you to work with. Please proceed when you're ready."
Agreth nods in consent, looking over the lightly injured hand. Examining the exact range and extent of the wound. Reaching over his shoulder he grabs his violin and bow from its resting place strapped to his back much like an archer's bow and quiver. He places the violin under his chin, his arms and bow poised.
As Agreth prepares to cast his healing spell, Gale watches intently, his instruments set to capture all the nuances of the Weave's response. Equally poised to note the flow of magical energy, the changes in ambient magical fields, and any other relevant data that might help unravel the mechanics behind bardic healing.
Agreth strikes a note. It was vastly different from the musical experiences he had shared with Gale previously. It was not a moving melody, but a short few notes. Short, calculating and concise. His focus honed down on the wounded area intended to heal instead of on the music itself. As the short few notes are performed, the wounded hand glows faintly and eases entirely healed. He lowers his bow and violin to his side looking at Gale expectantly.
Gale watches intently, his eyes not just on the physical manifestation of healing but also on the instruments that monitor the fluctuations in the magical weave around him. The glow emanating from Agreth’s targeted healing is captured by his devices, indicating changes in magical intensity and flow. His excitement is palpable as he records the data, his quick notes detailing every observable effect.
"That was remarkable," Gale comments, examining his now healed hand with a mixture of scientific curiosity and genuine amazement. "The precision of your music, how it's so finely tuned to heal, it's quite unlike the broader emotional influences typically associated with bardic performance."
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He sets aside the instruments for a moment to discuss the results. "The data shows a clear, directed flow of magical energy, focused and refined. This is a perfect demonstration of how bardic magic can be both powerful and precise. Now, let's analyze the specifics of the Weave's response. The healing energy you channel, how it's directed, manipulated, and ultimately integrated into the physical healing process."
Gale's approach is methodical, aiming to break down the elements of your healing spell into understandable components that can be compared and possibly replicated or modified.
The session turns from practical demonstration to deep theoretical discussion as Gale outlines potential experiments and studies that could stem from the day's findings. He suggests exploring different types of injuries or ailments, varying the musical compositions, and even integrating other magical influences to see how they interact with healing music.
"Perhaps we can adjust the frequency or harmonic elements of your music to resonate not just with the physical body but with the emotional energies of an individual. Emotions, much like physical states, have their own resonances and vibrations. If we can tune into those..."
He pauses, pulling out a fresh scroll and beginning to sketch some preliminary ideas "What are your thoughts, Agreth? How might we tweak your performance to not just evoke but transform and heal emotional wounds?"
Agreth considers in response "I suppose I can look at honing the actions through the concise focus usually required of healing magic. I wonder if it will carry. " He pauses trying to think of a better way to explain himself.
"How I channel music, be it for healing versus emotional enjoyment, versus tapping into the Weave for casting emotional states, has a different degree of opening myself to the Weave through music. Like channeling light through a prism. At my most casual, where my music has little to no magical influence, its focus is broad. The full spectrum of colors so to speak. When I played your song and it transported us to an ethereal state I narrowed the focus. Healing magic where I'm focusing on precisely recovering damaged flesh is practically laser focused"
Gale listens intently, his eyes lighting up with understanding and excitement as the analogy of light through a prism helps him grasp the nuances of Agreth’s magical control.
"Excellent analogy," he responds, visibly inspired by his explanation. "It gives us a clear conceptual framework to work with. If we think of your musical magic as light through a prism, then our task becomes one of adjusting the focus and the spectrum to achieve the desired effect on emotional states."
He begins jotting notes rapidly. "For our purposes, we need to find the right 'wavelength' of your music. Just as laser light is focused and coherent, perhaps we need a similarly focused musical application to target specific emotional states. We could use your ability to finely tune your musical output, experimenting with these variables under controlled conditions."
He looks up from his notes, his expression eager. "What do you think?"
"Actually," Agreth starts, shuffling the papers around on his desk until he finds a clean scroll. He takes the quill lightly from Gale’s hand. "I may have an idea."
He starts to sketch out a representation of his music flow, leaning into the prism analogy "What if I set the stage, building a foundation of musical weave with my spectrum at its widest." He sketches this out to give a visual aid.
"You, with your concise understanding of the tapestry of the Weave and why it works, can monitor the spectrum. The magical landscape that I am painting. In your monitoring you can identify any... resistances, any breaks in the spectrum." He emphasizes this by drawing breaks in his diagram
"If I am correct this may be the emotional damage that my music touches and embraces but is unable to bridge. If you can use your structural magic to highlight it for me," He circles the breaks in the diagram to emphasize "and we both focus on these spots. You can hold these spots and build a temporary bridge with the structural nature of your illusionary and manipulative magics. I can use your temporary bridge and the permanent precise focus from my healing magic to flow my music filling in that gap." In his diagram he demonstrates this by connecting a line through those previous breaks.
"In theory by the time your temporary support 'bridge' is removed and my glowing tune has subsided, the connection should remain." He stands back observing his diagram, his mind searching for any faults and if it could indeed be possible. "I hope." He adds with light hearted uncertainty.
Gale watches with rapt attention as Agreth sketches out his idea, his eyes following every line and notation on the scroll. When Agreth finishes, he leans in closer, examining the diagram with a critical but clearly intrigued eye. His expression is one of admiration for the ingenuity of his approach, mixed with the focused intensity of a scholar presented with a compelling new hypothesis.
"This is brilliant," he says finally, his voice filled with respect. "Using music to set a broad emotional stage and then focusing on specific disruptions or 'breaks' in the emotional spectrum. Identifying these breaks as points of emotional resistance or trauma, allows us to target them more precisely." he echoes, solidifying his own understanding.
"Using my magic to stabilize these points temporarily while you weave your healing tunes through them could allow us to permanently mend these breaks. It’s a sophisticated integration of our respective strengths. Your emotive and healing music with my structural and stabilizing magic."
Gale stands and begins to pace slightly, his mind is racing through the implications and practical steps needed to test their theory. "Let’s start by creating a controlled experimental setup where we can safely test this approach. We can use simple emotional states initially, perhaps induced by non-magical means, to see if we can detect and then heal these breaks as you’ve described."
He stops, turning back to Agreth with a decisive nod. "This could be a significant breakthrough in both magical and therapeutic fields, Agreth. Let’s refine this plan, work out the technical details, and set up our first experimental session."
Agreth watches him in return with child-like eagerness, thrilled and giddy that Gale sees no faults in the plan and that it very well might work. At this thought his hands go to his forehead, running through his long blue-black hair and looking back at the sketch. "By the gods," he utters under his breath in disbelief "it just might work."
Gale's enthusiasm mirrors Agreths, feeding off the palpable excitement in the air. "Yes, it just might work indeed," he agrees, his eyes alight with the spark of possibility. He places a reassuring hand on Agreth’s shoulder, grounding the moment with his steady presence. "With careful planning and collaboration, we could be on the brink of something truly transformative."
His demeanor is one of determination now, as he gathers the necessary materials from around the room to begin more detailed planning. "Let's document everything. Every hypothesis, every intended experiment. We need a clear record of our process, so we can replicate and refine it as we learn."
He starts organizing a new workspace specifically for this project, setting aside areas for both theoretical work and practical experimentation. "Also, we should think about the ethical implications and ensure we have appropriate consent and safety measures in place for when we involve others in our tests," Gale continues, his mind considering the broader implications of their work. "It’s crucial that we proceed with care and responsibility."
"I agree.” Agreth confirms in response “Everything should be performed with complete consent. Do you know of anyone who may wish to be our first test subject?" Agreth asks but pauses a moment watching Gale set things up " Perhaps calling them a test subject is not a comforting first start." He says with a laugh.
Gale chuckles at his observation. "Yes, perhaps 'participant' or 'volunteer' might be more encouraging terms for those involved," he suggests.
"As for potential volunteers," he continues, pausing to think, "I know a few colleagues who have expressed interest in experimental magic, especially when it comes to new therapeutic methods. They are open-minded and generally intrigued by innovative approaches to magic. I can reach out to them and explain our project, emphasizing the exploratory and potentially beneficial nature of our work."
He makes a note in his growing file of project details. "I will, of course, ensure they understand the experimental nature of this venture and the fact that we're in early stages. Full transparency about what we're attempting and the potential risks and benefits will be crucial."
"Excellent. Reach out and set up an agreement with our next... uh volunteers." Agreth teases in response.
Gale’s inspiration fully alight falls wholly into note taking and cross referencing, organizing thoughts, creating checklists, annotating the quick sketch that Agreth had made. His mouth moves in both muttered and unspoken thoughts. Agreth eases into a chair, allowing Gale to exert the build energy of his enthusiasm. It was only now as he crossed his legs and folded his arms across his chest, watching Gale entirely lost in his own thoughts that he remembered with a smile that they had both completely forgotten their teas.
He watches peacefully, letting his mind wander for some time. The minutes slipping into hours. At length Gale’s writing slowed, and was now punctuated with brief pauses, as though in a new stage of considering if there was anything he had forgotten. For the first time, Gale sits back some, his eyes moving to the fireplace and then to Agreth.
They widen with genuine surprise to see someone else in the room, and then soften in an apology as though he expected Agreth to be upset.
Instead at their eye contact, Agreth raises, walking over to Gale he takes his hands pulling his focus away from the magical arts for the first time and bringing him to stand. With an act of surprising agility the bard slips easily in front of him, sitting up upon the surface of the desk ignoring the papers scattered there.
Agreth pulls him closer, grabbing his arms, he wraps Gale’s arms around himself. Gale, now standing and embracing Agreth in his playful sitting pose, hesitates a moment trying to adjust to this sudden tone shift again.
"Perhaps we could finish this in a bit?" Agreth asks, tilting his head in faux innocence.
Gale's eyes glint with amusement and affection as Agreth playfully redirects his attention. His intense focus on the project breaks, replaced by a warm, engaging smile as he steps closer, drawn into his inviting embrace. He lets himself be guided, his arms encircling Agreth naturally, his hands resting gently on his back. The scattered papers and plans momentarily forgotten, his world narrows down to the immediate, more personal interaction.
"Ah, a bit of a reprieve, then?" he responds, his voice low and playful, matching Agreths tone. "I think that can be arranged." His demeanor softens, the wizardly persona melding into that of the affectionate partner.
Gale leans in, resting his forehead against Agreths. "Sometimes the best ideas come when taking a moment to step away and... reflect," he teases back, his voice a whisper that carries a dual meaning.
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He feels the project, with its significance, fade from his care, paling in comparison to this new moment with his arms wrapped around Agreth, and their bodies and breaths brushing up against each other. A part of him feels like he should almost be annoyed at how quickly the project didn’t matter to him. But he felt nothing but joy at this new turn of events.
With a gentle pull, Gale brings him even closer, his kiss a deliberate dismissal in the day's pursuits.
Agreth melts into the kiss, humming instinctually into his lips. His arms draped around his shoulders holding him close. The heightened excitement and emotions of the day finding an immediate focus and release.
Gale responds with equal warmth, his arms tightening, pulling him securely against him fully.
The hum of Agreth’s voice vibrates on his lips softly. Gale seems to resonate with the sound, his own energy mingling with Agreth’s, creating a harmonious exchange that feels as natural as it is exhilarating.
As the kiss slowly breaks, Gale's eyes linger on his, a smile of contentment playing on his lips. "It's moments like these that truly inspire," he whispers.
Gale gently brushes a strand of hair from Agreth’s face, his touch tender. "Whatever challenges we face, whatever mysteries we unravel," he says softly, "knowing we'll face them together makes all the difference."
The sweet reaffirmation of his commitment to not only their shared projects but, more importantly, to their relationship, prompts Agreth to swoop in for a quick second kiss, biting his lip playfully as he does, his hum having an edge of a slight growl rumbling in his chest before he breaks away.
"I wonder what else we could discover together?" He asks with impish implications.
Gale looks momentarily stunned by the playful bite, but chuckles, his eyes alight with mischief and affection. "Oh, I can think of quite a few possibilities," he replies, his voice matching the playful yet suggestive undertone.
He tightens his grip on Agreths back, intensifying the moment. "We've explored the realms of magic and music together, each discovery more exciting than the last," Gale continues, his hand tracing a gentle line down his back, causing a shiver. "I imagine that exploring... other realms could be just as exhilarating, if not more so."
The energy between the two is palpable, a dynamic mix of intellectual compatibility and physical attraction that makes every interaction rich with potential. Gale's suggestion an open invitation to deepen their relationship in all aspects, exploring wherever their mutual curiosity and affection might lead.
"Perhaps we should start considering more... integrated experiments," he teases, drawing Agreth in for another kiss, this one deeper and more deliberate. Finding just as much joy and excitement in their playful banter and the growing serious aspects of their partnership as he did in the magical exploration.
A light mirthful chuckle rumbles within Agreth once more at Gale’s playful double entendres. Marveling at his clever mind and words at play. "Integrated experiments..." he echoes his words in playful consideration, his legs wrapping around Gale’s waist from his position on the desk "What did you have in mind?" Agreth asks, his eyes piercing into Gale’s.
Gale's response is immediate. He leans in closer, his hands sliding to rest gently on his hips, stabilizing him as he wraps his legs around him. The proximity allows no space for anything but the magnetic pull between them.
"Well," he begins, his voice lowering to a husky whisper, allowing the words to flow directly into his ears, "I was thinking we could start with some basic principles of synergy." His tone is provocative, clearly enjoying the flirtatious game as much as the actual words he's crafting.
Gale's hands slide up from his hips, to rest around the bard's rump, his grip tightening into the plush flesh, accentuating his words with a firmness. "We could examine the effects of close contact," he continues, his fingers brushing lightly against his back, "assess how energy transfer between two closely linked... systems... can enhance and amplify the experience."
As he speaks, his face is mere inches from Agreth’s, their breaths mingling, each word laden with double meanings.
"Of course, we'd need to conduct thorough and repeated trials," Gale adds, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "To ensure our findings are consistent and reproducible. What do you think? Are you prepared to assist in such... rigorous research?"
The invitation is bold. Agreth smiles.
"I think we should begin now then, to ensure plenty of time for our lengthy experimentation... In case it turns out to be harder than expected." Agreth flourishes the word hard with playful influence.
At this Agreth shifts his weight from the table into Gale's hands, his body fully supported, his legs wrapped around his hips, and Gale’s firm grip on his rump hoisting the weight, their intimate position thinly guarded with clothes, his body to move to wherever Gale likes.
Gale responds to the invitation with a broadening smile, his heart skipping a beat in nervous anticipation. The playful undertone of Agreth’s words fuelled his own eagerness to engage more deeply, both intellectually and physically. As Agreth shifts his weight into his arms, he adjusts his stance, ensuring he has a firm, secure grip.
With his legs wrapped around his waist and their bodies aligned so closely, Gale takes a moment to savour the proximity between them, the intensity palpable, each breath and heartbeat seeming to synchronize as the playful banter gives way to a more profound connection.
"Then let's not delay the research any further," Gale whispers, his voice a soft murmur that vibrates with genuine desire. With careful, measured movements, he carries Agreth away from the desk, heading towards a more private setting within his home where they can continue their 'experiments' without interruption.
The transition from a workspace to a more intimate space is smooth. As he walks, his hold on Agreth is both protective and tender.
They find themselves in a more restful space, one used on the first floor as a quick midday napping spot. Gale sets him down gently on the corner of an oversized fainting couch, his hands lingering on Agreth’s waist as he looks into his eyes with a warmth that speaks volumes. The environment is comfortable and inviting, perfect for close, personal exploration.
"We'll take our time," Gale assures, his voice low and comforting. "To thoroughly explore and understand the dynamics at play. After all, good science is never rushed." He says though the air of teasing has given away to a genuine gentle reassurance.
The outside world fades away, leaving only the shared excitement of discovery and the promise of an evening filled with exploration and connection. The experiments they conduct tonight may be unorthodox in the academic sense, but they are no less significant in the study of human connection and emotional chemistry.
Agreth, delighted by Gale’s affectionate response, pulls him down into the couch once he is placed upon it, their new setting encouraging a change in dynamic between them. He stokes the fires growing between them by catching his lips in a short kisses once more "What do you want to explore first?" he softly gasps into his lips.
Gale responds with equal fervour, the privacy of the setting allowing him to fully immerse himself in the moment. Without breaking the kiss, he settles himself onto the couch more comfortably, his hand finding the side of Agreth’s face, his touch gentle yet full of intent. The intimacy of the moment envelops them, creating a private world where time seems to stand still. The only realities are the sensations shared between them, the heat of their bodies close together, and the deep, undeniable connection that resonates with every touch, every kiss, every whisper.
"I want to explore everything," Gale murmurs back, his voice thick with emotion as he deepens the kiss, exploring the contours of Agreth’s lips with a delicate precision that speaks to both his desire and his attentiveness.
As the kiss finally breaks, Gale trails his fingers down the bard’s neck and across his collarbone, his touch mapping the lines of his body with a curiosity and care that transform each caress into a discovery. "Let's start with what feels natural," he suggests, his eyes searching for signs of what Agreth craves in the moment."Tell me what you need, what you want," Gale whispers, giving him space to express his desires.
"I want you to explore me, every inch." Agreth affirms, watching his wandering hand and movements with intent. His own hands not wanting to impede Gale’s enthusiastic exploration grip on the edges of the couch, tightening with want and giving him leverage to better look down at the wizard's actions.
Gale's eyes darken slightly with desire at his direct affirmation, his interest and intent now crystal clear. His touch becomes more purposeful, his hands exploring the contours of Agreth’s body with both reverence and curiosity. Each caress speaks of his want to discover and appreciate every aspect of him.
Gale starts at his collarbone, tracing the lines of his shoulders and down his arms with a gentle touch that simultaneously soothes and stimulates. His fingers dance back towards Agreth’s chest, exploring the curves and planes admiring the firm shapes even through the veil of clothing.
As he continues his exploration, his kisses follow the path set by his hands, marking each new discovery with the warmth of his lips. The curve of his skin, the response of his body to his touch, each detail is catalogued with a kiss, a whisper, a caress.
"Tell me if there's anything specific you want more of." he murmurs between kisses, his voice a husky whisper.
"No, keep going." Agreth murmurs in return, his eyes closing to focus his attention to the sensation of his touch more wholly. Each touch leaves behind an intense blazing awareness.
Gale nods slightly, encouraged by Agreth’s response, and continues his exploration with renewed focus and tenderness. Carefully, he begins to navigate beneath the edges of his clothing, brunching the fabric of his shirt up, his fingers brushing against the skin beneath with a touch that is both exploratory and reverent. The transition from fabric to skin sends a new thrill through the two, his touch growing warmer as he maps the landscape of Agreth’s body.
Gale's lips follow close behind his wandering hands, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses that chase the path of his touch. Each kiss is a wordless expression of his fascination and desire. Agreth instinctually engaged with his movements, reaches down to lightly caress his jaw and cheek, before moving to intertwine his fingers with Gale’s brown hair, following and encouraging his path without resistance.
As his exploration continues, Gale's actions become more synchronized with Agreth’s reactions, his attention finely tuned to every shift in his breathing, every soft sound that escapes his lips. This dance of touch and response, helping him to unravel the subtle intricacies of his partner, one spoken through caresses and sighs rather than words.
The atmosphere around the two grows increasingly charged, the air thick with anticipation and desire.
Agreth squirms and shutters in delight and pleasure as Gale explores. Relishing in the sensations, allowing himself to be lost to Gale’s whims, the new level of vulnerability causes his heart to skip over beats.
With gentle encouragement he applies pressure to his grip in his hair, gently guiding him downwards.
Gale responds to his guiding hands, allowing himself to be led, his actions both responsive and considerate. As he moves downward, his kisses trail along his chest, pausing to savour the connection at each new point of contact.
His descent is slow and deliberate, a gentle journey marked by his attention as Gale flicks his gaze up intermittently, seeking Agreth’s approval and reassurance as he continues. Agreth, lost in his own sensation, keeps his eyes closed, unaware of Gale’s unspoken seeking of approval. Gale finds it regardless, in Agreth’s expression of pleasure, and small noises of enjoyment.
When he reaches Agreth’s abdomen, his hands explore independent of his kisses, tracing contours and discovering sensitive spots that elicit small sounds and movements. Agreth tenses gently at his movements, reacting under his dancing touch, his fingers tracing delicate shapes as he would with the weave to cast his spells. Small noises, gasps and groans echoing back and forth between the two in the creation of music.
Although Agreth’s eyes remain closed focusing in on the sensation with a slightly furrowed brow, a mischievous smile touches his lips once more. He breathes a "Yes, keep going. Lower".
Gale's touch becomes more confident as he receives encouragement to explore further.
He continues his journey downward, his hands and lips working in harmony to explore every inch they encounter. His actions are a blend of art and instinct, each movement tailored to elicit and amplify responses.
As he reaches more sensitive areas through the folds of Agreth’s black simple trousers, his approach is delicate yet bold. His exploration is not just physical but emotional, each touch reaffirming the bond that has deepened through shared vulnerability and pleasure.
Agreth involuntarily bucks in response to his touch, his breathing hitching for a moment, a sharp increase of desire building almost painfully.
Gale adjusts his movements, focusing intently he expertly maintains the rhythm and pressure that elicited the strongest response.
His hand steadies, his fingers moving with precision and care, The intimacy of his actions and the responsiveness of Agreth’s body create a feedback loop of desire, each movement and reaction building upon the last. Gale relishes in pushing boundaries gently but firmly, guided by his vocal affirmations and physical responses. The room fills with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the air charged with intensity.
Agreth’s hold on his hair loosens, and moves to cup either side of his face affectionately as Gale continues his kisses in gentle encouragement. Agreth’s hands move again, reaching lower to catch his wrists, he guides them up to the leather ties at the tops of his trousers, directing his next steps.
Gale follows his guidance seamlessly, his hands moving to the ties with confident ease. The intimate direction Agreth provides is met with a soft murmur of approval, his fingers deftly working as his lips continue their attentive journey across his skin, each kiss laced with affection and desire.
As the fabric loosens. Agreth shutters as the barrier of his clothes gives way sliding down, revealing his erection. Feeling Gale’s touch more directly, Agreth’s needs becomes more immediate, the intensity gripping him in intoxicating desire. Gale’s hands, now free to explore more fully, communicate his desire and reverence through every careful, deliberate touch.
His actions are smooth and certain.
Driven by the new animalistic ferocity that stole over the bard’s senses, he looks down to catch Gale’s eyes for the first time, a wild desire fiery in the blues.
In an unexpected movement of play, Agreth reaches his hand over, hooking a finger into the corner of Gale’s mouth, placing a delicate elven finger on his tongue in further directive "Show me the skills of that wizardly tongue." he growls, seeming a whole new bold person overcome in his desires.
The bold action awakens something in the wizard.
Gale meets the playful challenge with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, the pressure on his tongue bringing a blush to his cheeks, but feeling invigorated by the directness ready to explore every facet of Agreth’s desire.
With a deliberate slow lick, he allows the finger to slip from his mouth, mulling over his complex tongue movements in casting spells in a new light.
He shifts confidently, positioning himself to better navigate the intimate landscape. A new noise escapes Agreth’s lips as he feels Gale’s tongue trace up his length and his mouth close over him entirely.
Gale's approach is methodical and thorough, his tongue tracing intricate patterns that are both tantalizing and teasing, designed to heighten sensation and draw out the pleasure. Each movement is deliberate, each moment spent exploring is filled with the intent to elicit deep, resonant responses.
As he continues, his hands are not idle; they roam with purpose, complementing the actions of his mouth and pushing playfully back and pinning Agreth’s hips as he squirms and bucks against him. The warmth and firmness of his mouth, combined with the skillful movements of his tongue, create a symphony of sensations that ripple through Agreth. Agreth’s member fills the full length of his mouth, every movement he makes provoking a clear reaction. Though Gale is the one performing, Agreth falls entirely under his control. Agreth intertwines his fingers with the male’s hair once more, as though trying to ground himself with his partner as well as providing pushes and pulls of encouragement.
The rhythm of their interactions becomes a powerful language of its own, spoken through touch, pressure, and motion. As the pleasure builds, so does the intensity of their connection.
Gale continues, his attentiveness and skill are evident in every action. He maintains a steady, rhythmic pace. Agreth finds himself responding viscerally to his movements, the sensation of being under his control is both exhilarating and deeply intimate, surrendering to his every interaction.
Despite losing himself, Agreth pulls his senses together to lift his head and sneak a peek down at him, unabashedly drawing in every action Gale is performing.
This time, Gale is lost to his focus and the intensity of his actions, each movement deliberate and attuned, that he does not notice Agreth’s gaze at first, but as though sensing it, he looks up momentarily, their eyes meeting. There's a shared understanding in that brief eye contact, a communication that transcends words. Gale holds his gaze a beat, his eyes, intense yet tender, refocusing on his task, his eyes drop closed once more and Gale continues with renewed vigour.
Agreth’s head falls back in turn, his eyes closing, and brow furrowing at his renewed vigour "You- you’re going to get a quick finale if you continue like that." He manages through puffs of breath, his voice gruff with desire
Gale's response to the warning is a subtle intensification of his efforts, in a playful challenge to force Agreth to his end. His hands and mouth work in harmonious coordination, expertly controlling the pace and pressure.
The room is filled with the sounds of your shared breaths, as Gale's ability to read and respond to Agreth’s physical and verbal cues has noticeably grown in skill and understanding as he maintains and slows the rhythm purposefully keeping him teetering on the edge, prolonging the intensity.
This delicate balance of pleasure and control, expertly managed by Gale, ensures that when the moment of climax finally approaches, it is both explosive and deeply satisfying.
Gale’s movements, his expertise, the feeling of being in his mouth builds and becomes too much. With a slow tensing of his entire body, Agreth stiffens with short loud gasps, a full body tremble taking over at the sudden waves of intense release that wrack him. He pushes Gales head in closer, forcing himself in deeper as the sensation over takes him, his mind shattered into the chaos of pure sensation, the polite regard lost in pure animalistic instinct.
As the climax overtakes him, Gale's steady hands support Agreth, his presence a constant reassurance as he rides out the intensity of the moment. His technique slows and softens as the waves begin to subside, his movements becoming more gentle, helping to ease him down from the height of his pleasure with a tenderness that speaks of his care and respect.
As the tremors gradually fade, Gale gives him time to catch your breath, his presence still close and attentive. When Agreth finally opens his eyes, their gaze meets with an affection warmed by the intimacy of the experience.
"Wow." Agreth puffs, meeting his eyes. "That was... unexpected. But not unwelcome" he says a slight smile touching his lips, teasing him with his own words.
Gale meets it with a gentle smile, his eyes reflecting both satisfaction and a deep affection. "I'm glad to hear that," he responds softly, his voice low and comforting. He remains close, his body curling about Agreth’s stomach and legs.
A soft contented sigh escapes both their bodies.
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"Sometimes the best experiences are those that catch us a bit off guard," Gale adds with a playful twinkle in his eye, hinting at the spontaneity and exploration.
He shifts himself, so that the two are laying next to each other at head heigth once more. His hand reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from Agreth’s face, his eyes trailing over the gently parted lips still breathing quick, the gentle flush on the pale skin, the brows that are still slightly furrowed from sensation.
"Whenever you're ready, we can talk about what just happened," Gale says gently in the gentle reassuring tones of a lover.
Agreth, having taken a moment to recover, quickly gets his senses in order at Gale’s words. He turns to catch his eyes “What would you like to address?” he asks with an air of curiosity and concern.
Gale maintains eye contact, his expression thoughtful and open. "I think it's important to discuss how you felt about the experience, both physically and emotionally," he begins, his tone gentle and considerate. "It’s crucial in any intimate relationship to communicate openly about these experiences, to ensure both partners feel safe, respected, and satisfied."
He pauses briefly, considering. "I want to know if there was anything particular you enjoyed, or if there were moments you felt uncomfortable. Feedback is essential, as it guides our future interactions and ensures they are mutually fulfilling."
Agreth places a hand on the man’s cheek, a relieved chuckle touching his voice as Gale falls back into the excitable and eager dissection. His hand still touching his partner reassuringly Agreth relaxes back, his eyes closing once more, his smile permanently painted on his lips.
"You're worrying too much. That was wonderful... amazing really.” He says with impressed sincerity. “You needn't be so nervous." He adds drifting off for a moment, simply enjoying the buzzing sensation in his body. Gale’s expression softens as he feels the warmth of his hand on his cheek, his slight tension easing under his reassurance. The chuckle and relaxed manner in which Agreth address’ him helping dispel some of his nervous concern.
In Agreth’s stillness a new thought slowly surfaces, capturing his thoughts, and bringing him back to the present, his eyes opening once more. "Why are you so nervous? Surely that wasn't the first time you..." His words trail off looking between Gale and his groin questioningly.
Agreth’s question catches him slightly off guard. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his gaze steady and honest.
“It wasn’t the first time, no,” he admits, a faint smile touching his lips as he recalls past experiences. “But every time feels like the first when it’s with someone new—especially someone I care deeply about. Each relationship is unique, and the dynamics can vary greatly. I want to ensure that everything we experience together is respectful, consensual, and fulfilling for both of us.”
Gale’s voice carries a sincere tone “And, admittedly, I might be a bit nervous because I value what we have,” he continues, their gaze locked. “I want to make sure I'm attentive to your needs and expectations. Your happiness and comfort are important to me, and I suppose that makes me a bit more cautious.”
There’s an air of concern that touches his voice as he shares his feelings and his vulnerabilities.
“Thank you for being so understanding,” he adds, his hand reaching up to cover the one on his cheek. “Knowing that you felt good about our experience together gives me great joy and relief. If there's ever anything on your mind, any desire or concern, know that you can always talk to me.”
"You have my standing consent on all things." Agreth counters in a sweet matter-of-fact tone. "And sometimes being disrespectful can be more fun in these situations" He adds with an air of tormenting naughtiness. But his expression softens with sincere tenderness, turning his face to meet Gale’s more directly "Please, relax. You needn't be anxious in these situations. If anything ever bothers or concerns me, I'll freely offer it up. You needn't preemptively check or guess about it."
Gale listens attentively, his eyes softening as he speaks, clearly relieved and encouraged by the straightforward communication and trust.
"Thank you, Agreth," he responds, his voice carrying a mix of relief and warmth. "That means a lot to me. It's important to have clear communication like this."
He nods in understanding, absorbing the reassurance and the permission to relax more their shared intimate moments. "I'll take your words to heart," he promises, a playful glint appearing in his eyes as he responds to his teasing. "And I’ll remember that a bit of... disrespect can be part of the fun, as long as it’s all in good spirit and consent."
Gale’s demeanour shifts slightly, his earlier anxieties visibly easing as he fully embraces the comfort and ease. He leans forward and arm snaking across Agreth’s chest holding him in a comforting embrace, Agreth’s hand coming up to rest on his arm.
He leans in with a soft kiss. "Let's keep this openness between us, always" he whispers against his lips.
Agreth returns the kiss, and at their parting wrinkles up his nose in playful mock disgust. "Your beard is uh... wet." He points out to him with a twinkle in his eye.
Gale pauses a moment, shock at his words and hesitation touching him before easing, his own eyes twinkling in response to his mock disgust. He wipes his beard with the back of his hand, a slightly embarrassed but amused smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, an occupational hazard, I suppose," he quips, maintaining a light-hearted mood. He then leans in closer, lowering his voice to an insidious whisper, "Perhaps I should consider removing it altogether, or would that be too drastic a measure for such a minor inconvenience?"
Gale finds himself relaxing and surprisingly comfortable joking about the little imperfections of their intimate moment. Something he would not have thought himself capable of in his constant striving for control and perfection. There’s a comfort in the bard's sparkling blue eyes, in their ability to fluidly shift between seriousness and playful teasing.
"Or perhaps," he continues, with a mock-serious tone, "I should just be more prepared. I’ll consider it a new item for my magical research—spells for beard dryness post-intimacy."
He gives Agreth a quick peck on the cheek as if to seal his commitment to solving this new 'critical' issue, laughing softly.
"Ridiculous wizard" Agreth murmurs in return amused at his playful banter, an usual depth of ease finding its way to the ever performing flighty bard as well.
Gale’s laughter melds with the warmth of the room. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way," he responds with a contented sigh.
As the conversation winds down, and a sort of cozy sleepiness begins to take the two, lowering guards further Gale adds with a peaceful sincerity. "I'm grateful for these moments with you. Every laugh, every serious discussion, adds another layer to what we share."
His hand laid on Agreths chest traces small patterns through his clothes, his fingers movements soothing to both wizard and bard alike.
"I agree" Agreth adds, a hushed serious note entering his voice. "I've never before been found someone who can keep up with my wit, fall into playful banter, or dig into serious philosophical and magical conversation." He reaches up to give his hand a squeeze. "You're really quite something special."
Gale's eyes soften, touched by his words, and he squeezes Agreth’s hand back. "Thank you, Agreth. Finding someone who not only challenges and matches me in conversation but also shares such profound moments of connection—both lighthearted and deep—is incredibly rare and valuable." he says, his voice conveying the depth of his feelings.
He lifts his head slightly seeking out the bard's warm blue eyes once more, his expression earnest. "You bring out sides of me that I didn't know needed to be brought out, and for that, I am profoundly grateful. Our interactions, whether playful, intellectual, or intimate, have become highlights of my days."
"I look forward to every moment we share, each conversation, each laugh, each debate, and every quiet moment in between," he continues, his tone reflective. "You've become an integral part of my life, and I am eager to see where this journey takes us."