[ Ugh, Iorveth likes Astarion so much. He wouldn't have, if the tadpole hadn't forcibly made him wear the get-along sweater with Astarion, he knows that much. Without the Illithid threat binding their goals together, Iorveth would have had no reason or inclination to know anything about Astarion at all; the only reason he'd wanted to see Astarion more clearly was to affirm that he wouldn't wake up with a knife to his throat, if and when things went south.
Now look at Iorveth, enamored by the smallest things about Astarion. The subtle glance upwards, the admission that he killed a rude catcaller because he wanted one less pig making women feel uncomfortable roaming the streets. Iorveth, famously able to Stay Mad about something for centuries at a time, can't find it in himself to stay angry at Astarion for more than a few minutes, apparently.
He doesn't use the word "noble", because he knows it won't be received well. Instead, he strokes Astarion's cheek and drains the austerity from his expression, letting warmth slide back onto his sharp features. ]
A meaningful meal, then, if not the sweetest-tasting one. [ Look at Astarion, showing growth. Obviously, Iorveth doesn't say that. ] ...Did it make you feel good?
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Now look at Iorveth, enamored by the smallest things about Astarion. The subtle glance upwards, the admission that he killed a rude catcaller because he wanted one less pig making women feel uncomfortable roaming the streets. Iorveth, famously able to Stay Mad about something for centuries at a time, can't find it in himself to stay angry at Astarion for more than a few minutes, apparently.
He doesn't use the word "noble", because he knows it won't be received well. Instead, he strokes Astarion's cheek and drains the austerity from his expression, letting warmth slide back onto his sharp features. ]
A meaningful meal, then, if not the sweetest-tasting one. [ Look at Astarion, showing growth. Obviously, Iorveth doesn't say that. ] ...Did it make you feel good?