[ Slow to trust, but easy to go all in after the first agonizing hurdle. Iorveth hadn't felt like complimenting Astarion at all in the past, too preoccupied with the glaring reality of Astarion's insincerity; now that he's earned Astarion's vulnerability, all he wants to do is praise him for his humanity.
Elf-anity? Someone should really modify that word to take "human" out of it.
Anyway. Iorveth perches next to Astarion, a polite space between them not out of any desire to distance, but out of a need to put his pack there and rifle through it. ]
Allowed, [ he snorts. (Warmly.) ] You do me an honor, milord.
[ Slightly sarcastic, but more along the lines of someone speaking to a flighty cat that's deigned to flop over and show its stomach. With that said, Iorveth fishes out the first part of his three-tiered gifts: a sleek ebony hairbrush, simple but expensive-looking and, upon closer inspection, embossed with vineline details around the handle. It's accompanied by a small bottle of hair oil, which Iorveth hopes is a personal grooming item that Astarion might be able to incorporate into his daily routine. ]
Because I'm partial to your hair, [ Iorveth says, kicking himself mentally for how stupid it sounds. ]
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Elf-anity? Someone should really modify that word to take "human" out of it.
Anyway. Iorveth perches next to Astarion, a polite space between them not out of any desire to distance, but out of a need to put his pack there and rifle through it. ]
Allowed, [ he snorts. (Warmly.) ] You do me an honor, milord.
[ Slightly sarcastic, but more along the lines of someone speaking to a flighty cat that's deigned to flop over and show its stomach. With that said, Iorveth fishes out the first part of his three-tiered gifts: a sleek ebony hairbrush, simple but expensive-looking and, upon closer inspection, embossed with vineline details around the handle. It's accompanied by a small bottle of hair oil, which Iorveth hopes is a personal grooming item that Astarion might be able to incorporate into his daily routine. ]
Because I'm partial to your hair, [ Iorveth says, kicking himself mentally for how stupid it sounds. ]