[ So it is a gesture of commitment. A wild act of courage on Astarion's part, to be willing to even consider it after two hundred years of being beholden to an individual. Iorveth would have thought that Astarion would recoil at even the idea of it, but apparently－
－well, apparently Iorveth is loved. Iorveth reels internally, hit with the same mental hammer as before, brain rolling around in his skull. ]
Yes, [ is the initial response. "Yes, I want the ring", and "yes, fuck the gods". His strides get slightly longer, his pace faster; he wants to be inside Gale's stupid fancy tower and in their stupid fancy bed so he can properly wrap his mind around this.
A moment later: ] And no. [ "No, I'm not the free love type", lest Astarion mistake the "yes" as a response to the first part of what he said. Fuck. Iorveth starts walking even faster. ]
Ugh. Yes to the ring, no to sharing myself.
[ Zero brainpower. The tower finally looms in front of them, and Iorveth almost tugs Astarion inside. ]
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－well, apparently Iorveth is loved. Iorveth reels internally, hit with the same mental hammer as before, brain rolling around in his skull. ]
Yes, [ is the initial response. "Yes, I want the ring", and "yes, fuck the gods". His strides get slightly longer, his pace faster; he wants to be inside Gale's stupid fancy tower and in their stupid fancy bed so he can properly wrap his mind around this.
A moment later: ] And no. [ "No, I'm not the free love type", lest Astarion mistake the "yes" as a response to the first part of what he said. Fuck. Iorveth starts walking even faster. ]
Ugh. Yes to the ring, no to sharing myself.
[ Zero brainpower. The tower finally looms in front of them, and Iorveth almost tugs Astarion inside. ]