[ It dawns on him that if everything doesn't go exactly to plan—a plan that's half-baked and ill-advised at best—then they're well and truly fucked. Look at him, risking life and limb for someone else. The Astarion of a year ago would have turned up his nose and laughed at how foolish he is, but that Astarion had no idea what it feels like to be loved.
Other people are still stupid for doing things like this, of course, but that's because they aren't doing them for Iorveth, the singular person in the world who matters. ]
Your own room, [ Astarion echoes, disbelieving and a little jealous. Suffice to say, he never got to inhabit the favored spawn bedchamber. In the end, he supposes, it would have been just another thing for Cazador to threaten to take away. Better that he didn't have anything at all.
On that note: ] Oh, good. If you wrong us, I'll make certain we share.
[ The worst punishment of all, being stuck in a room with Astarion for eternity. ]
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Other people are still stupid for doing things like this, of course, but that's because they aren't doing them for Iorveth, the singular person in the world who matters. ]
Your own room, [ Astarion echoes, disbelieving and a little jealous. Suffice to say, he never got to inhabit the favored spawn bedchamber. In the end, he supposes, it would have been just another thing for Cazador to threaten to take away. Better that he didn't have anything at all.
On that note: ] Oh, good. If you wrong us, I'll make certain we share.
[ The worst punishment of all, being stuck in a room with Astarion for eternity. ]