[ Iorveth's love language: acts of service. Not entirely unsurprising given his propensity to always be moving and working on something, but he finds it pleasant to be performing these acts on such a small, intimate scale. Usually it's more along the lines of "risk his life for the future of the bloodline"-type scale.
Fixing the breast pocket of the vest, Iorveth sighs through his nose. Cants his head, sharp and observant for the split second it takes to note Astarion's pleased flush, and relaxes out of "you better not be bulshitting me" phase with a half-smile. ]
Fool. Your peace of mind is worth everything.
[ In case Astarion has forgotten, Iorveth has made it his entire life goal to find peace for his people: this will always remain integral to who he is as a freedom-fighting elf. Happiness for the ones he cares about, even at his own expense (especially at his own expense). Astarion being at the top of that list means that he has to bear the brunt of Iorveth's incredibly deranged determination. ]
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Fixing the breast pocket of the vest, Iorveth sighs through his nose. Cants his head, sharp and observant for the split second it takes to note Astarion's pleased flush, and relaxes out of "you better not be bulshitting me" phase with a half-smile. ]
Fool. Your peace of mind is worth everything.
[ In case Astarion has forgotten, Iorveth has made it his entire life goal to find peace for his people: this will always remain integral to who he is as a freedom-fighting elf. Happiness for the ones he cares about, even at his own expense (especially at his own expense). Astarion being at the top of that list means that he has to bear the brunt of Iorveth's incredibly deranged determination. ]