[ Iorveth's brow hikes, a silent indication that he's wondering if Astarion has really thought this through―
―but the expression and the sentiment relents a beat afterwards, wherein Iorveth decides that it's fine if Astarion hasn't. For the first time, it seems less important to weigh the consequences of their actions and more important just to accept that it's what he wants. What Astarion wants. That, perhaps, he's been accepted enough by Astarion for Astarion to want to give him a ring.
Staggering. He loosens his belt and drops it, doing the same for Astarion. ]
Well. That's settled, then.
[ Warmly. He reaches to thumb over the jut of Astarion's knuckle, just below where his ring finger meets his hand. ]
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―but the expression and the sentiment relents a beat afterwards, wherein Iorveth decides that it's fine if Astarion hasn't. For the first time, it seems less important to weigh the consequences of their actions and more important just to accept that it's what he wants. What Astarion wants. That, perhaps, he's been accepted enough by Astarion for Astarion to want to give him a ring.
Staggering. He loosens his belt and drops it, doing the same for Astarion. ]
Well. That's settled, then.
[ Warmly. He reaches to thumb over the jut of Astarion's knuckle, just below where his ring finger meets his hand. ]