[ Iorveth was made to work, but (un)fortunately for him, Astarion is very distracting. Thoughts of logistics and complications dissipate once Astarion winds arms around his middle and croons into his ear－ his presence is so distracting, even, that Iorveth almost misses the content of what Astarion is saying entirely.
Once it settles in: ] Nothing else fits.
[ An amused huff, as he sets the note down and picks up their books again, walking over towards their shared bed with Astarion in tow. ] At this rate, everything I put on my body will have to be approved by you.
[ Again, his poor headscarf... may it rest in peace. Hardbacks bounce on the mattress and settle next to their pillows; Iorveth cranes back to nuzzle against Astarion's hair. ]
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Once it settles in: ] Nothing else fits.
[ An amused huff, as he sets the note down and picks up their books again, walking over towards their shared bed with Astarion in tow. ] At this rate, everything I put on my body will have to be approved by you.
[ Again, his poor headscarf... may it rest in peace. Hardbacks bounce on the mattress and settle next to their pillows; Iorveth cranes back to nuzzle against Astarion's hair. ]