[ Iorveth peels off his own boots, and inspects the bathroom first (incredibly pleased with the gigantic tub, indifferent about the lavender and lilac bath salts) before weaving his way back to where Astarion is laid out on the bed, a silver pool on a bed of deep red-purple. Very striking.
Despite that very striking, very enticing layout, Iorveth lingers by the doorframe leading into the bedroom, scarred lips pulled into a half-frown. Not a scowl－ he knows that Astarion is being facetious about the limited time left, so his mood doesn't completely sour－ but tightrope-walking towards displeasure. ]
I don't even want to consider a world without you in it.
[ So no, he will not entertain the idea of how many nights he has left, because if he starts digging that hole, he won't dig himself out of it easily. ]
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Despite that very striking, very enticing layout, Iorveth lingers by the doorframe leading into the bedroom, scarred lips pulled into a half-frown. Not a scowl－ he knows that Astarion is being facetious about the limited time left, so his mood doesn't completely sour－ but tightrope-walking towards displeasure. ]
I don't even want to consider a world without you in it.
[ So no, he will not entertain the idea of how many nights he has left, because if he starts digging that hole, he won't dig himself out of it easily. ]