You've never asked for something that I didn't want to give.
[ Something that they have in common: a deep-seated distaste for forced subservience. Iorveth hauls Astarion closer to his bare skin, tangling fingers in his hair to position one pointy ear closer to his pulsepoint. Under the thin layer of his tan skin, Astarion should be able to hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. Relaxed, at rest. ]
―Save for immortality, perhaps. [ Correcting himself, because he doesn't like to lie. ] It'd never crossed my mind.
[ As something possible, or something Astarion would even want. Most people can't stand Iorveth in small doses, let alone an eternity. ]
But surely you can't believe that I spoil you only for your own benefit. Touching, that you think me so altruistic.
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You've never asked for something that I didn't want to give.
[ Something that they have in common: a deep-seated distaste for forced subservience. Iorveth hauls Astarion closer to his bare skin, tangling fingers in his hair to position one pointy ear closer to his pulsepoint. Under the thin layer of his tan skin, Astarion should be able to hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. Relaxed, at rest. ]
―Save for immortality, perhaps. [ Correcting himself, because he doesn't like to lie. ] It'd never crossed my mind.
[ As something possible, or something Astarion would even want. Most people can't stand Iorveth in small doses, let alone an eternity. ]
But surely you can't believe that I spoil you only for your own benefit. Touching, that you think me so altruistic.