Trust me when I say, beloved, that you won't have any.
[ Literally who is lining up to get a piece of a deranged elf with deep-seated neuroses... no one, that's who. Iorveth said it before, back on that bench in the bard-infested square: he's difficult. Too sharp, too stubborn. Most people think of Halsin when they think of wood elves, open and warm-hearted, and Iorveth is.
Well, he's this. Weird and prickly and intense. Hard to get along with. But it's what Astarion said he likes, so Iorveth is fine with it. ]
But I can promise that, centuries from now, you'd still have me begging for you. That's also a certainty.
[ Certain things might lose their novelty, but Iorveth doubts that he'll ever get used to how Astarion makes him feel. It still takes him off-guard, even now, when Astarion looks at him a certain way, laughs a certain way, touches him a certain way. ]
no subject
Trust me when I say, beloved, that you won't have any.
[ Literally who is lining up to get a piece of a deranged elf with deep-seated neuroses... no one, that's who. Iorveth said it before, back on that bench in the bard-infested square: he's difficult. Too sharp, too stubborn. Most people think of Halsin when they think of wood elves, open and warm-hearted, and Iorveth is.
Well, he's this. Weird and prickly and intense. Hard to get along with. But it's what Astarion said he likes, so Iorveth is fine with it. ]
But I can promise that, centuries from now, you'd still have me begging for you. That's also a certainty.
[ Certain things might lose their novelty, but Iorveth doubts that he'll ever get used to how Astarion makes him feel. It still takes him off-guard, even now, when Astarion looks at him a certain way, laughs a certain way, touches him a certain way. ]