[ His purse full of (Gale's) gold is his second greatest treasure. Iorveth is still his first, and yes, part of the reason he holds on so tightly--claws digging in and all--is thanks to two centuries' worth of neuroses, but that doesn't make Iorveth any less precious. He could have chosen anyone to get attached to, but he chose a deranged wood elf terrorist.
A deranged wood elf terrorist who looks unbearably cute with his ears turning red. Astarion reaches up to stroke them with his thumbs, feeling their warmth. ]
He knows I can't resist the idea of him naked and dripping.
[ Look!! Two hundred years of indifference at best and disgust at worst toward being naked with someone means that he's allowed to be obsessed with the first person he actually feels an attraction toward. ]
My love gets what my love wants, [ is an echo from days ago, soft and fond. ]
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A deranged wood elf terrorist who looks unbearably cute with his ears turning red. Astarion reaches up to stroke them with his thumbs, feeling their warmth. ]
He knows I can't resist the idea of him naked and dripping.
[ Look!! Two hundred years of indifference at best and disgust at worst toward being naked with someone means that he's allowed to be obsessed with the first person he actually feels an attraction toward. ]
My love gets what my love wants, [ is an echo from days ago, soft and fond. ]