[ Levelly, as he presses a palm to Astarion's cheek. Iorveth adores Astarion, loves him more than one man should reasonably love anyone, but he can still identify flaws in character. Astarion is a survivor, with his pain quite literally written into his skin; he's had to normalize the worst of what the world had to offer, and that sort of emotional and spiritual torture doesn't take prisoners.
Stroking under one red eye with a careful thumb: ] It had to be you, regardless. In some part, because of the mold of your auricle. [ He admits, because he'd be lying if he said that that wasn't important. ] But, in hindsight, I think you were on my mind.
[ Post-Moonrise Iorveth, impressed that Astarion was still with the group at all. A budding interest and a mounting frustration, the needling annoyance that Astarion was still hiding behind a mask after everything they've been through. ]
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[ Levelly, as he presses a palm to Astarion's cheek. Iorveth adores Astarion, loves him more than one man should reasonably love anyone, but he can still identify flaws in character. Astarion is a survivor, with his pain quite literally written into his skin; he's had to normalize the worst of what the world had to offer, and that sort of emotional and spiritual torture doesn't take prisoners.
Stroking under one red eye with a careful thumb: ] It had to be you, regardless. In some part, because of the mold of your auricle. [ He admits, because he'd be lying if he said that that wasn't important. ] But, in hindsight, I think you were on my mind.
[ Post-Moonrise Iorveth, impressed that Astarion was still with the group at all. A budding interest and a mounting frustration, the needling annoyance that Astarion was still hiding behind a mask after everything they've been through. ]
You made me want to know you. Vexing.