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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-05-08 01:00 am (UTC)

[ Iorveth is still perfectly capable of being cross with Astarion- it's just the whole "I don't have to put up with this" part that's been trimmed out of his options. He does have to put up with it, mostly because he doesn't perceive it as "putting up with it" anymore: no matter how angry Astarion makes him, he prefers quibbling to the shocked contrition Astarion'd shown when Iorveth walked away.

So. Thoughtful, he rummages through their pack (carefully, since Astarion's clothes are more delicate than his own) and picks out a burgundy shirt with a smartly-tailored black vest to go with it. Dark pants, high boots. Vampire-chic.

As he approaches Astarion with the items and fusses around to help him change:
]

Beloved. [ Fitting the vest over the shirt, buttoning up the front. ] I commend you for your strengths, and I'd not judge you for your uncertainties.

[ "It's fine if you want to vent," essentially. But Iorveth leaves it at that, since choice is everything to him; if Astarion doesn't want to talk about a bad night, he doesn't want to talk about a bad night. Making sure that the side of the vest cinches exactly where it should, Iorveth rocks back to get a better look at Astarion's face. ]

Beautiful, [ he observes, simply. ]

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