[ "Nothing so penalizing," she replies, her gentle voice comforting and reassuring. It's how it must sound to have a mother soothing you, Astarion realizes. ]
Ah— [ he interrupts. ] I think I'll decide the punishment for wrong answers.
[ It's a silly, ridiculous love test meant to entertain schoolchildren with their first paramours. Despite that, Astarion is curious what the outcome will be. Maybe because you know your days together are numbered, says a cruel voice in his head. It's true. Even now, after Iorveth asked him to accompany him to the North, Astarion waits for the other shoe to drop. If he loses the tadpole's protection against his vampiric shortfalls, perhaps Iorveth will grow weary of the burden. Even if he doesn't, the familiar forest and Iorveth's brethren might help him realize that this romance was never meant to survive real life. There are endless opportunities in their future for Iorveth to decide to rid himself of Astarion.
Verdant, glimmering eyes cast a look his way that almost seems chastising, but the dryad says nothing. Gleaming brilliantly, the markings on her body pulse like a heartbeat, and her red hair seems almost to flicker in the warm glow of the sun. ]
I know where you feel most at ease.
[ In nature. Even if Astarion hadn't intended to ascend and make Iorveth his kept thing, he would never have stayed in Baldur's Gate. Part of him would still like to steal away with Iorveth to some city or another instead of the forest; not Baldur's Gate, but somewhere new, somewhere exciting, where they could buy fancy things and go drinking together. Iorveth would never go for that, so he keeps the wish inside. ]
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Ah— [ he interrupts. ] I think I'll decide the punishment for wrong answers.
[ It's a silly, ridiculous love test meant to entertain schoolchildren with their first paramours. Despite that, Astarion is curious what the outcome will be. Maybe because you know your days together are numbered, says a cruel voice in his head. It's true. Even now, after Iorveth asked him to accompany him to the North, Astarion waits for the other shoe to drop. If he loses the tadpole's protection against his vampiric shortfalls, perhaps Iorveth will grow weary of the burden. Even if he doesn't, the familiar forest and Iorveth's brethren might help him realize that this romance was never meant to survive real life. There are endless opportunities in their future for Iorveth to decide to rid himself of Astarion.
Verdant, glimmering eyes cast a look his way that almost seems chastising, but the dryad says nothing. Gleaming brilliantly, the markings on her body pulse like a heartbeat, and her red hair seems almost to flicker in the warm glow of the sun. ]
I know where you feel most at ease.
[ In nature. Even if Astarion hadn't intended to ascend and make Iorveth his kept thing, he would never have stayed in Baldur's Gate. Part of him would still like to steal away with Iorveth to some city or another instead of the forest; not Baldur's Gate, but somewhere new, somewhere exciting, where they could buy fancy things and go drinking together. Iorveth would never go for that, so he keeps the wish inside. ]
Go on. What about me?