[ If present Iorveth told past Iorveth that he's come to revel in giving a vampire-shaped magpie shiny things, past Iorveth would probably try to slit his throat for reasons of putting an insane elf out of his misery. Look closely enough, though, and Astarion would probably be able to see the hearts floating over Iorveth's eyepatched head. ]
It's an unveiled suggestion that I've become deranged enough to want to smell you.
[ Again, at least he's self-aware about the deranged bit. Weird scarred fox, pushing himself up against his favorite elf to sniff him for a hit of serotonin. It occurs to Iorveth for a second that this might be very Halsin-coded, but oh well. He'll live with that dishonor (?).
More than a hint of a smile curling the corner of his lips, he finally drops the last of the three gifts onto Astarion's lap: this one is delivered a little more brusquely, as if he wants it to be an afterthought instead of something properly considered. A glass bottle, green this time, similarly unlabeled－ the contents, if Astarion checks, will smell like amber and sandalwood. A callback to when Astarion said that he wanted to bottle Iorveth.
Iorveth doesn't bother trying to explain this one. It's a little embarrassing, actually. ]
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It's an unveiled suggestion that I've become deranged enough to want to smell you.
[ Again, at least he's self-aware about the deranged bit. Weird scarred fox, pushing himself up against his favorite elf to sniff him for a hit of serotonin. It occurs to Iorveth for a second that this might be very Halsin-coded, but oh well. He'll live with that dishonor (?).
More than a hint of a smile curling the corner of his lips, he finally drops the last of the three gifts onto Astarion's lap: this one is delivered a little more brusquely, as if he wants it to be an afterthought instead of something properly considered. A glass bottle, green this time, similarly unlabeled－ the contents, if Astarion checks, will smell like amber and sandalwood. A callback to when Astarion said that he wanted to bottle Iorveth.
Iorveth doesn't bother trying to explain this one. It's a little embarrassing, actually. ]