[ Beautiful when covered in blood and viscera, beautiful when overcome by emotion. Iorveth remains where he is, hesitant to distract Astarion from his reaction by calling attention to it. He hovers, angled with their knees almost touching, one hand blindly reaching into his pack for the next gift. ]
I wouldn't be caught dead relying on a wizard's coin to buy my beloved his gifts.
[ There's no way in all the hells that Iorveth would ever allow anyone to say "actually, I funded that purchase" about something he bought for Astarion. Not only is he far too prideful for that, it simply doesn't sit well with him. ]
Gale can fund our war effort. This is from me to you.
[ Chin hiked, expression gentle. Iorveth can't keep up the posturing, especially not while he offers Astarion the second part of his three gifts: a blown-glass, deep-purple bottle of cologne, unlabeled. If Astarion cares to uncork it, the scent is a blend of citrus that fades to rich vanilla and a hint of nutmeg-like spice, which, in Iorveth's opinion, slightly mirrors Astarion's personality. Crisp and acidic at first, warming to something sweet and full that still has fangs. ]
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I wouldn't be caught dead relying on a wizard's coin to buy my beloved his gifts.
[ There's no way in all the hells that Iorveth would ever allow anyone to say "actually, I funded that purchase" about something he bought for Astarion. Not only is he far too prideful for that, it simply doesn't sit well with him. ]
Gale can fund our war effort. This is from me to you.
[ Chin hiked, expression gentle. Iorveth can't keep up the posturing, especially not while he offers Astarion the second part of his three gifts: a blown-glass, deep-purple bottle of cologne, unlabeled. If Astarion cares to uncork it, the scent is a blend of citrus that fades to rich vanilla and a hint of nutmeg-like spice, which, in Iorveth's opinion, slightly mirrors Astarion's personality. Crisp and acidic at first, warming to something sweet and full that still has fangs. ]