[ "Plenty of time". A daunting idea. Iorveth can't remember the last time he felt divorced from the inevitability of extinction, of the idea that the Aen Seidhe have so little time left. Now, with the political power in the North shifting, Ciaran has posed the possibility of having the Woodland Fox retire for good. No one likes a monster during peacetime.
That leaves Iorveth rootless, with a similarly-rootless partner. Which isn't to say that they won't have things to do－ Iorveth, the freak whose cogs are always turning, is already considering who to consult to help with Astarion's sun problem, and has a few candidates－ but.
There it is again, that persistent feeling that Astarion probably deserves better. A feeling that should've been paid more attention to before Astarion started saying things like my love. It makes Iorveth's heart clench, and he squeezes Astarion's thigh to vent some of it out of his system. ]
It won't be debauchery, so much as me making love to every inch of you.
[ Again, not a line. It's spoken too matter-of-factly to be strictly romantic, but his expression softens as he slides their stacked hands up from Astarion's thigh to his stomach, fingers splayed. ]
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That leaves Iorveth rootless, with a similarly-rootless partner. Which isn't to say that they won't have things to do－ Iorveth, the freak whose cogs are always turning, is already considering who to consult to help with Astarion's sun problem, and has a few candidates－ but.
There it is again, that persistent feeling that Astarion probably deserves better. A feeling that should've been paid more attention to before Astarion started saying things like my love. It makes Iorveth's heart clench, and he squeezes Astarion's thigh to vent some of it out of his system. ]
It won't be debauchery, so much as me making love to every inch of you.
[ Again, not a line. It's spoken too matter-of-factly to be strictly romantic, but his expression softens as he slides their stacked hands up from Astarion's thigh to his stomach, fingers splayed. ]