[ Gods. Astarion also doesn't trust Halsin to carve a ring for him. No offense (full offense), but he and Halsin have very different ideas of fashion. The man wears leaves on his shoulders, for the gods' sake. This ring is presumably something he'll wear forever (which, for him, really means forever) and he certainly isn't going to do such a thing if it's ugly.
Gently stroking Iorveth's hair: ] Of course. I wouldn't want it to clash.
[ Since he's expecting to also wear this cloak forever. He absolutely didn't retain anything Gale said, as is typical for him. Besides, pushing it out to after the cloak is acquired lets him get used to the idea. Prepare for it, emotionally.
A beat, and then: ]
—The tattoo.
[ He'd meant to follow up on the idea, really, but then Iorveth had given him gifts and he'd been so overwhelmed with happiness and affection, and then immediately after they got in their hundredth argument of the past tenday. He was distracted. ]
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Gently stroking Iorveth's hair: ] Of course. I wouldn't want it to clash.
[ Since he's expecting to also wear this cloak forever. He absolutely didn't retain anything Gale said, as is typical for him. Besides, pushing it out to after the cloak is acquired lets him get used to the idea. Prepare for it, emotionally.
A beat, and then: ]
—The tattoo.
[ He'd meant to follow up on the idea, really, but then Iorveth had given him gifts and he'd been so overwhelmed with happiness and affection, and then immediately after they got in their hundredth argument of the past tenday. He was distracted. ]