Doubtful, [ is the predictable and immediate reply, even if there's nothing self-effacing about it. Iorveth is more amused than anything else, though he knows that saying so will ruffle Astarion's feathers.
Chair scraping against polished hardwood, Iorveth slots closer until their shoulders touch. Pressed side to side in a near-lean. ]
But I do intend for every other living thing in this tavern to realize that none of them will ever be loved the way you are.
[ Very mean. An awful thing to say and to wish. The one drink (and maybe half the champagne that he had at the auction) speaking, perhaps. Iorveth's eternal fuck-you to all the people in Astarion's past who ever looked at Astarion and saw something to be consumed instead of respected.
(Sure, some of them were lured into the consumption, but fuck them anyway. Iorveth is only a man.)
Reaching for his second glass, Iorveth swallows a mouthful before settling in. Not sloppy yet, but with ample opportunity to get there. (Hyacinth has seen her opportunity, and has started lining up bottles on her countertop.) ]
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Chair scraping against polished hardwood, Iorveth slots closer until their shoulders touch. Pressed side to side in a near-lean. ]
But I do intend for every other living thing in this tavern to realize that none of them will ever be loved the way you are.
[ Very mean. An awful thing to say and to wish. The one drink (and maybe half the champagne that he had at the auction) speaking, perhaps. Iorveth's eternal fuck-you to all the people in Astarion's past who ever looked at Astarion and saw something to be consumed instead of respected.
(Sure, some of them were lured into the consumption, but fuck them anyway. Iorveth is only a man.)
Reaching for his second glass, Iorveth swallows a mouthful before settling in. Not sloppy yet, but with ample opportunity to get there. (Hyacinth has seen her opportunity, and has started lining up bottles on her countertop.) ]