[ It's cute that Iorveth pretends he can say 'no' to Astarion, but he allows him to continue on with that delusion. It'll make it all the more satisfying when Iorveth crumbles because of a well-timed pout. Instead of arguing about who gets to hold the purse, Astarion carries on and gets to searching through Gale's clothing. He, of course, takes his time, unwilling to wear anything that might be—gasp—unflattering.
He returns to Iorveth dressed in what's probably one of Gale's more expensive outfits; a silky purple (of course) shirt with silver embroidery, tucked in to hide how ill-fitting it is, and a pair of dark trousers cinched with a belt to keep them from falling off of his elfin frame. It's all a bit too baggy to be truly flattering, but at least it isn't ugly.
The same can't be said for Iorveth. When he returns to their room, Gale's loafers padding softly against the floor as he walks, he regards Iorveth's outfit with wide, horrified eyes. ]
Oh, my sweet. [ Said with the same intonation as bless your heart. ] Not sandals!
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He returns to Iorveth dressed in what's probably one of Gale's more expensive outfits; a silky purple (of course) shirt with silver embroidery, tucked in to hide how ill-fitting it is, and a pair of dark trousers cinched with a belt to keep them from falling off of his elfin frame. It's all a bit too baggy to be truly flattering, but at least it isn't ugly.
The same can't be said for Iorveth. When he returns to their room, Gale's loafers padding softly against the floor as he walks, he regards Iorveth's outfit with wide, horrified eyes. ]
Oh, my sweet. [ Said with the same intonation as bless your heart. ] Not sandals!