[ Oh. The tension drains out of Astarion immediately, relief flooding him. How stupid of him, to think that Iorveth might be getting cold feet. Despite the solemnity of Iorveth's admission, Astarion grins from ear to ear, ridiculously pleased. It should burn Iorveth! He should be just as distraught by the thought of their separation as Astarion is, which is 'very'. If Iorveth had chosen to leave without inviting Astarion along, he—
He likes to think that he would be very stoic about it, that perhaps he'd write a few letters over the years, and then one day they'd visit and Iorveth would see how ridiculously successful Astarion was and beg to be taken back. In reality, he'd probably have thrown a tantrum, maybe gone on a murdering spree around the Gate, and sulked for the next few centuries at least. ]
Yes, you're an awful monster, darling.
[ The hand dangling off of Iorveth's shoulder reaches up to pet his hair, soothing. ]
You've given me a future to look forward to. What could be more monstrous than that?
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He likes to think that he would be very stoic about it, that perhaps he'd write a few letters over the years, and then one day they'd visit and Iorveth would see how ridiculously successful Astarion was and beg to be taken back. In reality, he'd probably have thrown a tantrum, maybe gone on a murdering spree around the Gate, and sulked for the next few centuries at least. ]
Yes, you're an awful monster, darling.
[ The hand dangling off of Iorveth's shoulder reaches up to pet his hair, soothing. ]
You've given me a future to look forward to. What could be more monstrous than that?