[ It's distressing to know that there's a universe out there in which Astarion left Iorveth for dead, or worse, delivered him to his executioner himself. The sting is softened, he supposes, by the acknowledgement that Iorveth already knows this about him and— what, doesn't care? Loves him despite his glaring flaws? He isn't sure, but Iorveth has always been more accepting of the unpleasant parts of him than the rest of their companions.
The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he asks, teasing, ] Was I so incredibly alluring that you couldn't stop thinking about me?
[ Probably not, but he'd like to live in the fantasy world where that's true. ]
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The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he asks, teasing, ] Was I so incredibly alluring that you couldn't stop thinking about me?
[ Probably not, but he'd like to live in the fantasy world where that's true. ]