[ "Forever" is a little insane, mostly because Iorveth can't envision it. Two centuries has been enough for him to think about how much of his present is most non-elves' past, so he can't imagine what it must be like for someone that perceives time as nothing more than a routine instead of a creeping inevitability.
Iorveth likes insane, though. Astarion matches his own desire for impossibilities, which only makes Iorveth feel more affectionate. A vicious cycle. ]
Another problem for us to solve, then.
[ If Jaheira could extend her life far longer than she was entitled to, Iorveth might be able to squeeze an extra few centuries with Astarion using a magical trinket or other. It doesn't solve the problem of forever, but it'll be a start.
He rakes his hand through Astarion's hair, pushing it away from that beautiful face. ]
Your cloak first. I'm keen to see you in the sun again.
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Iorveth likes insane, though. Astarion matches his own desire for impossibilities, which only makes Iorveth feel more affectionate. A vicious cycle. ]
Another problem for us to solve, then.
[ If Jaheira could extend her life far longer than she was entitled to, Iorveth might be able to squeeze an extra few centuries with Astarion using a magical trinket or other. It doesn't solve the problem of forever, but it'll be a start.
He rakes his hand through Astarion's hair, pushing it away from that beautiful face. ]
Your cloak first. I'm keen to see you in the sun again.