[ Iorveth softens, and Astarion loves him all the more for it. He adores watching Iorveth give others verbal—or physical—beatdowns, but he far prefers when Iorveth is sweet and unguarded, a feral fox whose affection and docility he's earned. He breaks out into a warm grin, fondness radiating out of him. ]
Nothing?
[ He closes the small distance between them to press a kiss to the tip of Iorveth's nose, innocent, playful, and full of affection. ]
Not even this? [ Another kiss to Iorveth's strong chin. ] Or this? [ And one to his cheek— ] What about this?
no subject
Nothing?
[ He closes the small distance between them to press a kiss to the tip of Iorveth's nose, innocent, playful, and full of affection. ]
Not even this? [ Another kiss to Iorveth's strong chin. ] Or this? [ And one to his cheek— ] What about this?