[ If he doesn't like ineffectiveness and a lack of a moral backbone, it's a shock that Iorveth ever gave Astarion the time of day. In his head, he's sooo Edgar-coded. Sexy, morally dubious, the Forgotten Realms equivalent of a Byronic hero. Reality is, perhaps, a little more 'angry wet cat' than 'romance book love interest', but reality only gets in the way. He likes the delusional fantasy version of himself more than the underwhelming real version.
As he skims over Nicholas and Edgar's prolonged foreplay--honestly, just rip each other's pants off already--he leans back into the pillows and says, innocently, ] Do say more about what stirs you.
[ How many times has Iorveth chided him for fishing for compliments? He really can't help himself. Iorveth made a grave mistake in becoming so permissive of his more annoying qualities. ]
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As he skims over Nicholas and Edgar's prolonged foreplay--honestly, just rip each other's pants off already--he leans back into the pillows and says, innocently, ] Do say more about what stirs you.
[ How many times has Iorveth chided him for fishing for compliments? He really can't help himself. Iorveth made a grave mistake in becoming so permissive of his more annoying qualities. ]
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