[ Face tucked against Astarion's jaw, Iorveth breathes him in. Luxuriates in the closeness, despite how public he's being with his affection. Speaking of the north, it's likely that he won't be able to get away with what he's doing now in the presence of men and women who know him, who expect a certain sort of behavior from the man meant to liberate their ranks from invading humans; he'll have to wear his title more properly. ]
I'll act less like some foolish love-drunk elf, I suppose. [ At least, not where people can see. ] ...Depending on whether the new queen finds our presence welcome, we'll stay in a town near the forest. I want to make sure that the transition of power has gone as well as can be expected.
[ A soft sigh, his fingers drumming against Astarion's hip. ]
You'll not be burdened by politics, at any rate. I'll take care of my business during the day― my nights will be for you.
[ That leaves the matter of when he'll actually trance, but it's whatever. His circadian rhythm is monumentally fucked anyway; adjusting to make time for Astarion is a far higher priority than five hours of solid trancing. ]
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I'll act less like some foolish love-drunk elf, I suppose. [ At least, not where people can see. ] ...Depending on whether the new queen finds our presence welcome, we'll stay in a town near the forest. I want to make sure that the transition of power has gone as well as can be expected.
[ A soft sigh, his fingers drumming against Astarion's hip. ]
You'll not be burdened by politics, at any rate. I'll take care of my business during the day― my nights will be for you.
[ That leaves the matter of when he'll actually trance, but it's whatever. His circadian rhythm is monumentally fucked anyway; adjusting to make time for Astarion is a far higher priority than five hours of solid trancing. ]