[ Astarion can practically hear Gale covering his ears with his pillow. He doesn't care. He presses a firm kiss to Iorveth's mouth before leaning over to draw the curtains around the bed closed; while he doesn't mind traumatizing Gale with public displays of affection, he'd rather not be witnessed cuddling if he can help it.
Out of the view of prying eyes, he curls up against Iorveth's side, pressed against the silky fabric of the robe. He leans his head into the crook of Iorveth's shoulder, shamelessly nudging against the warmth of his body. Iorveth is the one who really deserves rest, but Astarion doesn't say so; if he wants to lie here and embroider things all day, well, it's charming.
Instead, he only snuggles closer against him, a weight at Iorveth's side that no doubt interferes with any embroidering attempts. A contented sigh escapes him as he drifts surprisingly quickly into his trance, dreamless and thoughtless. ]
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Out of the view of prying eyes, he curls up against Iorveth's side, pressed against the silky fabric of the robe. He leans his head into the crook of Iorveth's shoulder, shamelessly nudging against the warmth of his body. Iorveth is the one who really deserves rest, but Astarion doesn't say so; if he wants to lie here and embroider things all day, well, it's charming.
Instead, he only snuggles closer against him, a weight at Iorveth's side that no doubt interferes with any embroidering attempts. A contented sigh escapes him as he drifts surprisingly quickly into his trance, dreamless and thoughtless. ]