[ Astarion scoffs. He wouldn't think that Iorveth didn't love him. He knows, now, that he is loved, truly and irrevocably. Despite knowing that, though, it's true that he would have thought that Iorveth loved him less than he loved the Aen Seidhe. Perhaps that's even still true. As selfish as he is, he's still learning to share Iorveth with the rest of the world. ]
I don't.
[ Want to, that is. Astarion pulls back a little to see Iorveth's face. Ugly to Iorveth, but precious to him. ]
I loathe being apart from you.
[ He can't imagine being able to trance without Iorveth's body beside him. It's unhealthily dependent, maybe, but Iorveth's presence is the thing that makes him feel like the world might not be all bad. ]
I was stuck in eternal night for two centuries. You are my sunlight.
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I don't.
[ Want to, that is. Astarion pulls back a little to see Iorveth's face. Ugly to Iorveth, but precious to him. ]
I loathe being apart from you.
[ He can't imagine being able to trance without Iorveth's body beside him. It's unhealthily dependent, maybe, but Iorveth's presence is the thing that makes him feel like the world might not be all bad. ]
I was stuck in eternal night for two centuries. You are my sunlight.