[ Hard to catch all of Astarion's micro-expressions from this distance. Iorveth squints, trying to hear the soft clearing of Astarion's throat and the tone of his voice over the roar of the adjacent waterfall, slightly frustrated that the rules of this game dictate that he can't just hop over and look properly. It's easier when he can touch, when he can trace his thumb against Astarion's jaw and feel for any tension he may or may not be carrying as a result of what Iorveth's said.
So. He takes a step and a half forward, putting him on the edge of his side of the log-bridge. The dryad doesn't dissuade him, but clears her throat as if to say "no further". ]
You would've been wrong. [ Iorveth says about Astarion's answer to when he feels at ease. ] Your ease is my ease.
[ To the tune of "obviously", earning him another fond glow from their gamemaster.
"Shared peace－ wonderful. But the object of your desire can also be restless, ravenous. Tell me, what does your love desire above all else?"
Another loaded question. Again, Iorveth hesitates before offering the truth as he knows it: ] Strength and assurance. Steadiness, in himself and in others.
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So. He takes a step and a half forward, putting him on the edge of his side of the log-bridge. The dryad doesn't dissuade him, but clears her throat as if to say "no further". ]
You would've been wrong. [ Iorveth says about Astarion's answer to when he feels at ease. ] Your ease is my ease.
[ To the tune of "obviously", earning him another fond glow from their gamemaster.
"Shared peace－ wonderful. But the object of your desire can also be restless, ravenous. Tell me, what does your love desire above all else?"
Another loaded question. Again, Iorveth hesitates before offering the truth as he knows it: ] Strength and assurance. Steadiness, in himself and in others.