[ Iorveth suspects that Astarion might drown him, but Astarion shows him mercy this time around. It wouldn't be the worst way to go, really, held under purple water by a beloved pair of hands.
Blinking water out of his remaining eye, he reaches backwards with one bath-limp arm (after wriggling it out from under Astarion's iron squeeze) and pets silver hair, enjoying the texture of it when it's damp. ]
A foolish question. I always like.
[ Warm, relaxed, with half a glass of wine in him. Iorveth nudges and nuzzles, shaking off some of that previous moroseness to settle into less complicated, more pleasant affection. ]
Nothing makes me want to fuck more than you wanting me, incidentally. [ Blunt. ] Hilarious, that you thought I had no interest in you. I only didn't because you had no interest in me.
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Blinking water out of his remaining eye, he reaches backwards with one bath-limp arm (after wriggling it out from under Astarion's iron squeeze) and pets silver hair, enjoying the texture of it when it's damp. ]
A foolish question. I always like.
[ Warm, relaxed, with half a glass of wine in him. Iorveth nudges and nuzzles, shaking off some of that previous moroseness to settle into less complicated, more pleasant affection. ]
Nothing makes me want to fuck more than you wanting me, incidentally. [ Blunt. ] Hilarious, that you thought I had no interest in you. I only didn't because you had no interest in me.