[ There's so little they seem to have in common superficially, but every so often, Iorveth says something that reminds him why they understand each other. All of Astarion's few and fleeting moments of peace in the palace had been in solitude; even his fantasies of power had ended in having the power to be left alone. Other people were always something to fear or deride.
He runs a soapy hand across Iorveth's chest, tugging him closer. ]
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He runs a soapy hand across Iorveth's chest, tugging him closer. ]
And what do you dream of now?