[ Iorveth smiles, and Astarion wrinkles his nose. ]
Eugh, you don't need to sound as if you're matchmaking us.
[ Admittedly, they would complement each other on an aesthetic level, but it would never work! Wyll is so unbearably good, noble in every sense of the word, the perfect prince. He wouldn't be able to handle the parts of Astarion that are dark and unpleasant and, well, ugly. How could he ever understand what it feels like to be subjugated for two centuries, after all, when he's only two decades into his life? He hasn't had time to become embittered by the world yet.
Besides, he's only got six or so decades left in him. Astarion is already distressed at the thought of Iorveth's death, and he has centuries to go if they're lucky.
Pouting: ] You could at least try to act jealous. Perhaps threaten to stab him over me.
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Eugh, you don't need to sound as if you're matchmaking us.
[ Admittedly, they would complement each other on an aesthetic level, but it would never work! Wyll is so unbearably good, noble in every sense of the word, the perfect prince. He wouldn't be able to handle the parts of Astarion that are dark and unpleasant and, well, ugly. How could he ever understand what it feels like to be subjugated for two centuries, after all, when he's only two decades into his life? He hasn't had time to become embittered by the world yet.
Besides, he's only got six or so decades left in him. Astarion is already distressed at the thought of Iorveth's death, and he has centuries to go if they're lucky.
Pouting: ] You could at least try to act jealous. Perhaps threaten to stab him over me.