[ Mirrored sentiments. "I definitely love you more," Iorveth thinks, before he's asked to stop mentally arguing and give a description of how he feels.
It's a stupid question. ]
A stupid question.
[ Once a rude elf, always a rude elf. That said, as ever, there's an addendum: ] I feel good. Happy. Lucky. [ A pause, and then: ] Loved.
[ An admission, so that Astarion can enjoy his successes. He deserves to. He's going to be pleasantly limp for the entire night, which is demonstrated by the fact that he isn't getting up right away to find a damp towel to wipe both of them off with (which is what he would usually do, perpetual motion machine that he is). All Iorveth manages is a tip of his head, and a lazy scrape of his teeth over Astarion's thumb. ]
I feel that the Gods themselves couldn't have made a more perfect creature than you. [ Which probably isn't saying much, because the Gods suck. Iorveth laughs as he says it, unserious but also deadly serious, and nudges Astarion's palm with his chin. ] Now go clean yourself, before I embarrass myself further.
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It's a stupid question. ]
A stupid question.
[ Once a rude elf, always a rude elf. That said, as ever, there's an addendum: ] I feel good. Happy. Lucky. [ A pause, and then: ] Loved.
[ An admission, so that Astarion can enjoy his successes. He deserves to. He's going to be pleasantly limp for the entire night, which is demonstrated by the fact that he isn't getting up right away to find a damp towel to wipe both of them off with (which is what he would usually do, perpetual motion machine that he is). All Iorveth manages is a tip of his head, and a lazy scrape of his teeth over Astarion's thumb. ]
I feel that the Gods themselves couldn't have made a more perfect creature than you. [ Which probably isn't saying much, because the Gods suck. Iorveth laughs as he says it, unserious but also deadly serious, and nudges Astarion's palm with his chin. ] Now go clean yourself, before I embarrass myself further.