[ Blink, blink. Astarion stares at Iorveth's back as he walks away, feeling very cold without Iorveth's sun shining on him and dumbfounded that he wasn't able to manipulate Iorveth into giving him the reassurance he wanted. Part of him wants to stomp his feet and turn his back like Iorveth; that would be winning, in this situation. Another part of him, much bigger, feels terrified at the image of Iorveth walking away from him, like he didn't realize until this moment that Iorveth could walk away from him. ]
—Darling, [ he says as he humiliates himself by trailing after Iorveth. ]
Don't be so dramatic. I was only... [ Well. He wasn't 'only' anything. Astarion searches the empty void for an excuse. This one comes out unconvincingly: ] ...Joking.
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—Darling, [ he says as he humiliates himself by trailing after Iorveth. ]
Don't be so dramatic. I was only... [ Well. He wasn't 'only' anything. Astarion searches the empty void for an excuse. This one comes out unconvincingly: ] ...Joking.