[ He must admit that Iorveth isn't always soft. Maybe even rarely soft. He'd ended those humans without a second thought, but his coldness doesn't make Astarion love him any less. Iorveth's sharpness is just as glorious as his softness for the juxtaposition of it all; he loves that Iorveth can kiss him just as easily as he can behead a man. He wouldn't have had any interest, after all, in some defenseless flower. Iorveth understands the things that need to be done for survival, and that's one of his most appealing qualities.
A kiss to the tip of his nose. ]
Luckily, I'm just as fond of the hard parts of you.
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[ He must admit that Iorveth isn't always soft. Maybe even rarely soft. He'd ended those humans without a second thought, but his coldness doesn't make Astarion love him any less. Iorveth's sharpness is just as glorious as his softness for the juxtaposition of it all; he loves that Iorveth can kiss him just as easily as he can behead a man. He wouldn't have had any interest, after all, in some defenseless flower. Iorveth understands the things that need to be done for survival, and that's one of his most appealing qualities.
A kiss to the tip of his nose. ]
Luckily, I'm just as fond of the hard parts of you.
[ Ha. ]