[ "Hey babe did you forget everything I said before I generally agreed to what you want" is going to be a running theme, but Iorveth knew that already. It's his job, then, to be strategic about indulging Astarion's whims, which is going to be...
...fun? A challenge, like he just said. It's such a good thing (?) that he loves choosing the path of most resistance; nothing worth anything should ever be easy, and Astarion is worth the daunting choice of possibly becoming immortal (a thing that Iorveth would never, ever want outside the context of "my undead partner might be sad in the future if I die").
Very problematic. Nothing healthy is happening here. But Astarion curls up next to him and says what is possibly the cutest shit in the world, asking him how to say love confessions in Iorveth's language, and Iorveth is, once again, not impervious to sweet things in Astarion-shaped packages. Incredibly lost in the sauce, at this point. He props their heads up on a shared pillow, scoots closer, and slings his own arm around Astarion's shoulders. ]
I love you, [ he offers, which is largely the same as "I like you". If Astarion has been paying attention, he might note that the term for "love" sounds similar to the term of endearment Iorveth uses to refer to Astarion occasionally. "Beloved", in his language. ]
Conspiring to ruin me completely, are you. [ Why else would Astarion ask to learn this phrase? Iorveth hum-laughs, and nests his face into Astarion's hair. ]
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...fun? A challenge, like he just said. It's such a good thing (?) that he loves choosing the path of most resistance; nothing worth anything should ever be easy, and Astarion is worth the daunting choice of possibly becoming immortal (a thing that Iorveth would never, ever want outside the context of "my undead partner might be sad in the future if I die").
Very problematic. Nothing healthy is happening here. But Astarion curls up next to him and says what is possibly the cutest shit in the world, asking him how to say love confessions in Iorveth's language, and Iorveth is, once again, not impervious to sweet things in Astarion-shaped packages. Incredibly lost in the sauce, at this point. He props their heads up on a shared pillow, scoots closer, and slings his own arm around Astarion's shoulders. ]
I love you, [ he offers, which is largely the same as "I like you". If Astarion has been paying attention, he might note that the term for "love" sounds similar to the term of endearment Iorveth uses to refer to Astarion occasionally. "Beloved", in his language. ]
Conspiring to ruin me completely, are you. [ Why else would Astarion ask to learn this phrase? Iorveth hum-laughs, and nests his face into Astarion's hair. ]