[ Iorveth's laugh is glorious. Astarion wants to make him laugh forever, to close his eyes at night to the sound and open them to it the next morning. He laughs in return, a light, twinkling sound in comparison to his usual derisive snorts, as he flops onto his back.
Gods, he loves this man. More and more each day. More and more each minute, it often feels like. ]
I must admit, that does sound terribly romantic.
[ Maybe less romantic knowing that Iorveth will be entirely naked and banished from the tower by a horrified tressym. Still pretty romantic, though. He sprawls out on the covers, posing lazily, trying very hard to look alluring and inviting. ]
—But, if it's all the same, I'd rather you hurry back.
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Gods, he loves this man. More and more each day. More and more each minute, it often feels like. ]
I must admit, that does sound terribly romantic.
[ Maybe less romantic knowing that Iorveth will be entirely naked and banished from the tower by a horrified tressym. Still pretty romantic, though. He sprawls out on the covers, posing lazily, trying very hard to look alluring and inviting. ]
—But, if it's all the same, I'd rather you hurry back.