[ Oh no, Iorveth thinks. Not this time. Astarion can't complain about difficult challenges being hard, especially if these difficult challenges will benefit him in the long run. Astarion doesn't get to sigh and moan about procuring a cloak that he said he'd go to the ends of Toril for. He has to participate in the heavy lifting and the planning if he wants this so badly―
―is what Iorveth thinks, as he bats away memories of Astarion sinking onto pillows and looking genuinely distressed at the mentioning of certain unmentionables. A war happens in Iorveth's head in real time: be firm fistfights with indulge him.
Gods. He can't. He can't fold every time Astarion looks at him with big, pretty doe eyes and pouts and says something cute. He can't!!! He cannot!!! ]
...We can find an artefact, [ Iorveth finally manages, ] and then we can buy the new shoes.
[ Stand firm, he tells himself. As long as Astarion stops looking up at him through his pretty lashes, he can stand firm. ]
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―is what Iorveth thinks, as he bats away memories of Astarion sinking onto pillows and looking genuinely distressed at the mentioning of certain unmentionables. A war happens in Iorveth's head in real time: be firm fistfights with indulge him.
Gods. He can't. He can't fold every time Astarion looks at him with big, pretty doe eyes and pouts and says something cute. He can't!!! He cannot!!! ]
...We can find an artefact, [ Iorveth finally manages, ] and then we can buy the new shoes.
[ Stand firm, he tells himself. As long as Astarion stops looking up at him through his pretty lashes, he can stand firm. ]