[ Astarion raises an eyebrow, huffing out a dry laugh. ]
My love, I thought we both knew. You haven't any sanity left to dwindle.
[ He hasn't for as long as Astarion has known him, but somehow he's become even more insane than the perpetually angry-looking wood elf with an ugly headscarf that Astarion met on the beach. Astarion doesn't mind, of course. Insane is hot. If not for Iorveth's insanity, he would never have helped Astarion free himself of Cazador, he never would have let a vampire drink his blood, and he definitely wouldn't have asked an undead being with no prospects to travel with him. Insanity works in Astarion's favor.
They're in no condition to cuddle, but Astarion reaches out to touch the tips of their fingers together. ]
You do look handsome, [ he says, because Iorveth always looks handsome in his eyes, ] but you also look as if you've been trampled by a horse. [ Handsomely. ] Rest. I'll keep watch until nightfall.
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[ Astarion raises an eyebrow, huffing out a dry laugh. ]
My love, I thought we both knew. You haven't any sanity left to dwindle.
[ He hasn't for as long as Astarion has known him, but somehow he's become even more insane than the perpetually angry-looking wood elf with an ugly headscarf that Astarion met on the beach. Astarion doesn't mind, of course. Insane is hot. If not for Iorveth's insanity, he would never have helped Astarion free himself of Cazador, he never would have let a vampire drink his blood, and he definitely wouldn't have asked an undead being with no prospects to travel with him. Insanity works in Astarion's favor.
They're in no condition to cuddle, but Astarion reaches out to touch the tips of their fingers together. ]
You do look handsome, [ he says, because Iorveth always looks handsome in his eyes, ] but you also look as if you've been trampled by a horse. [ Handsomely. ] Rest. I'll keep watch until nightfall.