It would be a threat if Iorveth said he'd join us.
[ Iorveth is low on the cuddleability scale, yes, but he's the top of Astarion's personal scale. He loves those edges others might find too sharp, both literally and metaphorically. There is very little in this world, he thinks, that would be more pleasurable than the feeling of Iorveth's lanky arms wrapped around him. There's certainly no place in the world that feels safer, and for someone who feels unsafe nearly every moment of every day, that's no small feat.
He presses a hand to Iorveth's cheek. ]
—But really, don't dally. You know I—
[ His eyes flit toward Gale. Ugh, how embarrassing to have an audience for this!!! ]
You know I... worry.
[ Gale opens his mouth to speak, and Astarion immediately goes on the defensive: ] What?
[ "Er," he says, scratching his beard with a finger. "I only meant to say that we really should get going, if we don't want to miss the overture. We do want to be able to recognize the musical motifs later." ]
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[ Iorveth is low on the cuddleability scale, yes, but he's the top of Astarion's personal scale. He loves those edges others might find too sharp, both literally and metaphorically. There is very little in this world, he thinks, that would be more pleasurable than the feeling of Iorveth's lanky arms wrapped around him. There's certainly no place in the world that feels safer, and for someone who feels unsafe nearly every moment of every day, that's no small feat.
He presses a hand to Iorveth's cheek. ]
—But really, don't dally. You know I—
[ His eyes flit toward Gale. Ugh, how embarrassing to have an audience for this!!! ]
You know I... worry.
[ Gale opens his mouth to speak, and Astarion immediately goes on the defensive: ] What?
[ "Er," he says, scratching his beard with a finger. "I only meant to say that we really should get going, if we don't want to miss the overture. We do want to be able to recognize the musical motifs later." ]