[ Another soft laugh, mostly at the accusation of him being mature. Lifting their laced hands, he presses a kiss to the back of Astarion's. ]
They're still my people. And I'd rather not give them cause to dislike you.
[ Complicated. Iorveth is a compacted ball of eminent rage who has already been forsaken by certain members of his beloved society, and he's had to live with that knowledge for a while now― but he has a feeling that putting that card on the table now would be bad timing. It would probably beg the question of why he's chosen to put himself on the line for people who were willing to sacrifice him for the greater good, and, well.
Long story. For once, he decides not to go on a tirade. ]
Astarion. You'll give yourself frown lines. [ Smoothing along the corner of Astarion's lips with his free hand. ]
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They're still my people. And I'd rather not give them cause to dislike you.
[ Complicated. Iorveth is a compacted ball of eminent rage who has already been forsaken by certain members of his beloved society, and he's had to live with that knowledge for a while now― but he has a feeling that putting that card on the table now would be bad timing. It would probably beg the question of why he's chosen to put himself on the line for people who were willing to sacrifice him for the greater good, and, well.
Long story. For once, he decides not to go on a tirade. ]
Astarion. You'll give yourself frown lines. [ Smoothing along the corner of Astarion's lips with his free hand. ]