[ A snort, even as he turns towards the hand at his face, letting it skim close to all of his mangled, poorly-healed scars. Astarion is the only one to have touched them in ages, and likely the only one who ever will from here on out. ]
Distance would likely make me more objective.
[ Self-aware, if nothing else. Like this, post-sex and post-bloodletting, skin on skin with limbs loosely tangled, it's difficult to see Astarion as less than perfect. Before they got involved, it was likely only Iorveth's preternatural paranoia and superhuman obstinacy that kept him from believing anything about Astarion's rakish persona; now, it's just part of Astarion's charm, instead of being evidence of duplicitousness.
He sweeps his touch through Astarion's bangs, pushing them haphazardly away from his face. ]
no subject
Distance would likely make me more objective.
[ Self-aware, if nothing else. Like this, post-sex and post-bloodletting, skin on skin with limbs loosely tangled, it's difficult to see Astarion as less than perfect. Before they got involved, it was likely only Iorveth's preternatural paranoia and superhuman obstinacy that kept him from believing anything about Astarion's rakish persona; now, it's just part of Astarion's charm, instead of being evidence of duplicitousness.
He sweeps his touch through Astarion's bangs, pushing them haphazardly away from his face. ]
If it makes me look foolish, I'll readjust.