[ Not minding fire-ant pain across his body is expected of an elf who let someone take needle and ink to half of his body, but Iorveth acquiesces. He always seems to, when Astarion is involved－ again, he's paper when Astarion asks for anything in a specific way.
A sigh, affectionate. After he lets their noses brush, Iorveth leans in for a lazy kiss. No more blood between Astarion's teeth to make the contact taste like iron, he notes. ]
―At least let me keep them until you come back from your ridiculous opera.
[ It's likely that Gale will come knocking with an armful of shiny new things for Astarion to wear (all of them slightly ill-fitting, if Gale's current wardrobe is anything to go by), and sweep him away to a ritzy opera house populated by the kinds of people a pre-Cazador Astarion would have been associated with.
It might be good for him, Iorveth thinks. But Iorveth will miss him, so the bruises and scratches are a nice, temporary souvenir. ]
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A sigh, affectionate. After he lets their noses brush, Iorveth leans in for a lazy kiss. No more blood between Astarion's teeth to make the contact taste like iron, he notes. ]
―At least let me keep them until you come back from your ridiculous opera.
[ It's likely that Gale will come knocking with an armful of shiny new things for Astarion to wear (all of them slightly ill-fitting, if Gale's current wardrobe is anything to go by), and sweep him away to a ritzy opera house populated by the kinds of people a pre-Cazador Astarion would have been associated with.
It might be good for him, Iorveth thinks. But Iorveth will miss him, so the bruises and scratches are a nice, temporary souvenir. ]