[ Ah. "Irritatingly mortal" puts a damper on things, even if it's true. Iorveth sits up a little, finding a better vantage point from where he can gauge Astarion's expression, propped up on a pillow with his elbow resting on soft fabric. ]
I do. Four more centuries, give or take, if someone doesn't kill me first.
[ They sure can try. Iorveth reaches out to stroke Astarion's hair, brushing stray strands out of his face and behind his ear. ]
...My people will protect you, even after I die. I'll make sure of it.
[ Unless there's a cloak of immortality that they can find in Athkatla alongside Astarion's cloak of daywalking, Astarion will outlive Iorveth by the span of an eternity. Depressing. Astarion should probably find himself a vampire to love after this, so they can live with each other without fear of loss and longevity. Iorveth doesn't say so, because he doesn't want it to be taken the wrong way. ]
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I do. Four more centuries, give or take, if someone doesn't kill me first.
[ They sure can try. Iorveth reaches out to stroke Astarion's hair, brushing stray strands out of his face and behind his ear. ]
...My people will protect you, even after I die. I'll make sure of it.
[ Unless there's a cloak of immortality that they can find in Athkatla alongside Astarion's cloak of daywalking, Astarion will outlive Iorveth by the span of an eternity. Depressing. Astarion should probably find himself a vampire to love after this, so they can live with each other without fear of loss and longevity. Iorveth doesn't say so, because he doesn't want it to be taken the wrong way. ]