[ Iorveth will take the L on this one― he is the one who crossed the line from "little tryst" to "serious attachment" first, and he is the one who will inevitably die first.
His hand stops ghosting over Astarion's cheek and settles more firmly against the jut of his tightly-clenched jaw. A thumb glides against the shapely outline, trying to coax Astarion to relax. ]
I'll do my utmost not to be killed.
[ Honestly, the only thing he can offer at this point. Coppers instead of gold. ]
Beloved. [ Tilting Astarion's face, just a fraction of a sliver. ] I do want to be with you until the end.
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His hand stops ghosting over Astarion's cheek and settles more firmly against the jut of his tightly-clenched jaw. A thumb glides against the shapely outline, trying to coax Astarion to relax. ]
I'll do my utmost not to be killed.
[ Honestly, the only thing he can offer at this point. Coppers instead of gold. ]
Beloved. [ Tilting Astarion's face, just a fraction of a sliver. ] I do want to be with you until the end.