[ Iorveth laughs, and it makes Astarion laugh, grinning like a giddy schoolboy. Once more, he can't help himself around Iorveth. Being with him brings Astarion the sort of carefree, simple joy that he once thought was beyond his reach, never to be felt. How embarrassing! Except Iorveth also makes him feel like perhaps he doesn't need to be ashamed of his own feelings at all, that there'll be someone there who loves and accepts him regardless of any weakness or vulnerability.
He repeats the latter phrase—kiss my ass—which will surely come in handy in the future. It won't make him any friends, but he doesn't need friends, anyway. He has Iorveth. ]
But Ciaran won't glare at me. He's so terribly fond of me.
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He repeats the latter phrase—kiss my ass—which will surely come in handy in the future. It won't make him any friends, but he doesn't need friends, anyway. He has Iorveth. ]
But Ciaran won't glare at me. He's so terribly fond of me.
[ Ha. ]