[ Iorveth listens to his instinct to roll his eye at the request, but the exasperation is largely dampened by the slight smile touching at the corner of his lips. He hasn't been sane about Astarion in a while, but he objectively acknowledges his insanity every time this kind of behavior registers as cute instead of annoying.
Sliding gracefully back to Astarion's side, Iorveth cups his cheek and tilts his chin up to slot their mouths together, lingering in that contact for perhaps longer than strictly necessary. Despite everything, this really is his favorite gesture of affection.
Once he pulls back, exhaling softly against Astarion's lips: ]
Ceádmil, elaine.
[ Essentially "hi beautiful" in his language. An indulgent combing of fingers through trance-mussed curls, and Iorveth draws himself up and off of the bed. ]
Come. If you lounge so sweetly, we'll never leave this room.
[ Astarion is the only person in Toril capable of tempting Iorveth into being lazy. Very dangerous. With some finality, he strides towards the door and opens it, where he finds a basket with a rather large coinpurse settled neatly inside, accompanied by a letter:
"Friends,
You'll find in this handy purse an allowance that should keep you well entertained for the next few days. Do try not to spend it all in the first night. Tara will get cross with you for being reckless with finances, and her forms of retribution can be quite petty.
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Sliding gracefully back to Astarion's side, Iorveth cups his cheek and tilts his chin up to slot their mouths together, lingering in that contact for perhaps longer than strictly necessary. Despite everything, this really is his favorite gesture of affection.
Once he pulls back, exhaling softly against Astarion's lips: ]
Ceádmil, elaine.
[ Essentially "hi beautiful" in his language. An indulgent combing of fingers through trance-mussed curls, and Iorveth draws himself up and off of the bed. ]
Come. If you lounge so sweetly, we'll never leave this room.
[ Astarion is the only person in Toril capable of tempting Iorveth into being lazy. Very dangerous. With some finality, he strides towards the door and opens it, where he finds a basket with a rather large coinpurse settled neatly inside, accompanied by a letter:
"Friends,
You'll find in this handy purse an allowance that should keep you well entertained for the next few days.
Do try not to spend it all in the first night. Tara will get cross with you for being reckless with finances, and her forms of retribution can be quite petty.
(Don't tell her I said that.)
Take care, and have fun― responsibly!
Yours in fond camaraderie,
G. Dekarios" ]