[ The silence stretches on for too long. Astarion crosses his arms, worrying his lip with a fang and trying not to look like he's worried Iorveth is about to spill his deepest, darkest fears to some tree-hugging nymph. Because Iorveth knows, of course he does. He'd once said that Astarion was afraid of everything. He wasn't wrong then, and he wouldn't be wrong to say so now. Astarion swallows, his stomach uneasy at the thought.
But he doesn't, and Astarion's every muscle relaxes. The beaming smile that cuts across his face is genuine, born of relief and gratitude that Iorveth has decided to protect his secrets. ]
Oh, yes. Excellent answer. My hair is my best quality.
[ The dryad seems unconvinced, tilting her head and saying, "In love, there is no place for hiding our true—"
Astarion ignores her, striding over to teeter on the log and snatching up Iorveth's hand in the process. He squeezes it affectionately, Iorveth's palm a pleasant warmth against his. ]
I had my doubts about this little test, but it seems you do know me. [ He hums thoughtfully, looking off to the side, where the waterfall cascades over the craggy cliff. ] Better than anyone ever has.
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But he doesn't, and Astarion's every muscle relaxes. The beaming smile that cuts across his face is genuine, born of relief and gratitude that Iorveth has decided to protect his secrets. ]
Oh, yes. Excellent answer. My hair is my best quality.
[ The dryad seems unconvinced, tilting her head and saying, "In love, there is no place for hiding our true—"
Astarion ignores her, striding over to teeter on the log and snatching up Iorveth's hand in the process. He squeezes it affectionately, Iorveth's palm a pleasant warmth against his. ]
I had my doubts about this little test, but it seems you do know me. [ He hums thoughtfully, looking off to the side, where the waterfall cascades over the craggy cliff. ] Better than anyone ever has.