[ A slight flicker of tension, when Astarion says that Iorveth was worth the wait. "I love you" is wonderful, the weight of it bone-deep, but― ]
―Nothing will compensate for what you endured. Nothing.
[ Blunt. Possibly not the kindest thing to say during post-coital cuddling, but he wants to make it clear: their current state of being doesn't make up for two hundred years of horrific torture. Astarion has always, unerringly and objectively, deserved better, and he likely still deserves better, even now.
With that said, Iorveth cradles Astarion closer against his chest to comb his fingers through silver hair, affectionate and protective. ]
...Still, your love is worth everything to me. [ A gentle huff, to lighten the mood. ] Closest to my heart― my only.
[ He presses his lips to Astarion's temple, lingering in that soft, warm space. ]
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―Nothing will compensate for what you endured. Nothing.
[ Blunt. Possibly not the kindest thing to say during post-coital cuddling, but he wants to make it clear: their current state of being doesn't make up for two hundred years of horrific torture. Astarion has always, unerringly and objectively, deserved better, and he likely still deserves better, even now.
With that said, Iorveth cradles Astarion closer against his chest to comb his fingers through silver hair, affectionate and protective. ]
...Still, your love is worth everything to me. [ A gentle huff, to lighten the mood. ] Closest to my heart― my only.
[ He presses his lips to Astarion's temple, lingering in that soft, warm space. ]