[ Yes, he sort of did think Iorveth was just that altruistic. Astarion's desires are simultaneously things that he can't possibly tolerate living without and must manipulate and lie to obtain, but are also so shameful that no one could ever want to fulfill them of their own free will. Complicated. He's a mess.
He presses his ear further against Iorveth's pulse, soothed by the sound. A little bit of hunger stirs up inside him from being so close to a warm body like this, but he beats it down. ]
I would hate your absence, [ he admits, his whole body relaxing at confessing the truth. ] —But I would endure it for you, if you asked.
[ And he really would. If Iorveth told him that it would make him happy, Astarion would swallow his displeasure and accept it. It's the least he owes Iorveth, he thinks. ]
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He presses his ear further against Iorveth's pulse, soothed by the sound. A little bit of hunger stirs up inside him from being so close to a warm body like this, but he beats it down. ]
I would hate your absence, [ he admits, his whole body relaxing at confessing the truth. ] —But I would endure it for you, if you asked.
[ And he really would. If Iorveth told him that it would make him happy, Astarion would swallow his displeasure and accept it. It's the least he owes Iorveth, he thinks. ]