[ His hand finds the underside of Astarion's chin, attempting a tip-up. There are some things that Iorveth can't bear, and seeing Astarion droop is, sadly, one of those things.
"Gods forbid I think you have some sort of attachment to me," Iorveth rolls over in his mind again. The stupidest accusation ever, in his opinion― he has never been so emotionally whipped by someone in his life. Still, the thought of Astarion feeling like he isn't coveted doesn't sit well with Iorveth, despite the fact that Iorveth is doing his level best not to smother Astarion under a frankly unhinged level of delusional devotion.
Another sigh, and he thumbs under the perfect swell of Astarion's lower lip. ]
I'll be displeased if you tell me it was another one-eyed elf with a poor attitude.
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"Gods forbid I think you have some sort of attachment to me," Iorveth rolls over in his mind again. The stupidest accusation ever, in his opinion― he has never been so emotionally whipped by someone in his life. Still, the thought of Astarion feeling like he isn't coveted doesn't sit well with Iorveth, despite the fact that Iorveth is doing his level best not to smother Astarion under a frankly unhinged level of delusional devotion.
Another sigh, and he thumbs under the perfect swell of Astarion's lower lip. ]
I'll be displeased if you tell me it was another one-eyed elf with a poor attitude.