[ It's sweet that Astarion always asks. Iorveth has noticed it, and attributed it, perhaps, to the fact that no one ever thought to ask Astarion what he wanted.
Again: it's sweet. Especially since the answer is always going to be "I want whatever you're willing to give", as unhelpful as that is. Iorveth understands the necessity for it, and it makes his heart grow three sizes in the cynical chasm of his chest― he turns into the touch, lets himself accept it and respond to it, hot and hardening between lukewarm fingers. Not conceding, but accepting.
Which is why his answer is: ] Gently. [ Not the choice he usually goes for, weird freak creature that he is. It's easier to mix pain into pleasure because it gives him an excuse not to be treated softly, but he doesn't want excuses when it comes to being around Astarion. ] ...The world won't be kind to us, but we can be kind to one another.
[ They still have vampires to contend with, and a cloak to win. Everything is a struggle, but they don't have to be. ]
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Again: it's sweet. Especially since the answer is always going to be "I want whatever you're willing to give", as unhelpful as that is. Iorveth understands the necessity for it, and it makes his heart grow three sizes in the cynical chasm of his chest― he turns into the touch, lets himself accept it and respond to it, hot and hardening between lukewarm fingers. Not conceding, but accepting.
Which is why his answer is: ] Gently. [ Not the choice he usually goes for, weird freak creature that he is. It's easier to mix pain into pleasure because it gives him an excuse not to be treated softly, but he doesn't want excuses when it comes to being around Astarion. ] ...The world won't be kind to us, but we can be kind to one another.
[ They still have vampires to contend with, and a cloak to win. Everything is a struggle, but they don't have to be. ]