－I'd meant to make you laugh, [ is almost a protest: "I wasn't fishing for compliments." ] Something about having looked the part of the stereotypical wood elf, hair and all.
[ The terrifying revelation that he would've matched Halsin in terms of hairstyle. Hells. Still, the compliment coupled with the touch makes his pulse skip, and Iorveth is glad that Astarion doesn't have his hand against his chest the way he did when he'd called him beautiful, of all things.
It doesn't pay to be brittle towards Astarion, though. Iorveth relaxes, bleeding potential tension through his fingers as he flexes them open and closed. He nudges their foreheads together for a beat, holding the point of contact for a second, then pulls back. ]
Unbelievable, that I've grown so attached to you. [ Offhandedly, as if he didn't just let Astarion into his serotonin-soaked brain. ] Get ready quickly, before I decide that the circus can wait.
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[ The terrifying revelation that he would've matched Halsin in terms of hairstyle. Hells. Still, the compliment coupled with the touch makes his pulse skip, and Iorveth is glad that Astarion doesn't have his hand against his chest the way he did when he'd called him beautiful, of all things.
It doesn't pay to be brittle towards Astarion, though. Iorveth relaxes, bleeding potential tension through his fingers as he flexes them open and closed. He nudges their foreheads together for a beat, holding the point of contact for a second, then pulls back. ]
Unbelievable, that I've grown so attached to you. [ Offhandedly, as if he didn't just let Astarion into his serotonin-soaked brain. ] Get ready quickly, before I decide that the circus can wait.