[ An affectionate roll of his eye, and Iorveth leans in for another kiss to that tempting mouth and that pretty little smile. Brief, but proper. ]
You have me, [ he sighs, as they brush noses. ] Others may know the Woodland Fox, but you know "Iorveth".
[ For whatever that's worth. He thinks that Astarion is the ridiculous one, that there are so little merits to liking a wanted man with a mangled, ugly face on a doomed mission, but he won't say so out loud; every time he does, Astarion seems to hate it. That little thorn that Iorveth hasn't extricated entirely yet: I don't deserve you.
Another sigh, and thumbs over Astarion's pretty brow. Stupid, how he can't seem to stop touching him. ]
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You have me, [ he sighs, as they brush noses. ] Others may know the Woodland Fox, but you know "Iorveth".
[ For whatever that's worth. He thinks that Astarion is the ridiculous one, that there are so little merits to liking a wanted man with a mangled, ugly face on a doomed mission, but he won't say so out loud; every time he does, Astarion seems to hate it. That little thorn that Iorveth hasn't extricated entirely yet: I don't deserve you.
Another sigh, and thumbs over Astarion's pretty brow. Stupid, how he can't seem to stop touching him. ]