[ Should've known that Astarion would go for both. Iorveth has spoiled Astarion rotten, but he's of the (un)professional opinion that Astarion needs to get it in his pretty little head that he's valued and wanted－ you know, for balance's sake. Not undoing two hundred years of bad experiences, but trying to unburden Astarion of some of them.
A puff of breath, more affectionate than amused, and Iorveth nips at a soft lower lip. ]
If you can't choose, you'll have neither.
[ Blatantly a lie. Iorveth slides against Astarion, nuzzling down into his neck, mouthing at where his pulsepoint would be if he were alive. ]
no subject
A puff of breath, more affectionate than amused, and Iorveth nips at a soft lower lip. ]
If you can't choose, you'll have neither.
[ Blatantly a lie. Iorveth slides against Astarion, nuzzling down into his neck, mouthing at where his pulsepoint would be if he were alive. ]