[ Very rude of Astarion to call Iorveth out like this. That said, it's true that Iorveth is an elf-shaped piece of string wrapped around Astarion's slender finger, and he's aware of it in a way that should annoy him, but doesn't. Complicated. He's a free elf who does whatever the fuck he wants, thank you very much, but he's also a free elf that wants to do Astarion (ha ha).
A light shiver at the feeling of fingers along his cartilage, lifting his head just an inch to nip at Astarion's chin. ]
I recall denying you earlier.
[ A firm "no" to leaving him in times of trouble, in case Astarion forgot. Humming, he sits up and slides the hand on his head down to his mouth, kissing at cool fingertips. ]
But, mm. You've a point, I suppose.
[ Denying Astarion affection is probably not something Iorveth can manage. ]
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A light shiver at the feeling of fingers along his cartilage, lifting his head just an inch to nip at Astarion's chin. ]
I recall denying you earlier.
[ A firm "no" to leaving him in times of trouble, in case Astarion forgot. Humming, he sits up and slides the hand on his head down to his mouth, kissing at cool fingertips. ]
But, mm. You've a point, I suppose.
[ Denying Astarion affection is probably not something Iorveth can manage. ]