[ He has the right to sulk, he thinks, when he just spent the night trying to keep the love of his life from dying horribly. But Iorveth can appease him as easily as he can irritate him, and although he halfheartedly pretends that he doesn't want it, Astarion accepts the embrace, head leaning on Iorveth's perfect archer shoulder. ]
I only asked if you were disgusted, [ is his excuse. He never said that Iorveth actually was! In truth, Iorveth probably should be. All of that praise about how sweet and good Astarion is, and he's still pretty sure he's fundamentally a bad person. He is, admittedly, a little afraid that one day Iorveth will realize this and become disillusioned with him. ]
Do you mean it?
[ About finding a way to be with him. Iorveth always means what he says, but he still has to ask. ]
When I speak of eternal life, you sound— [ Mm. A pause. ] Unenthusiastic.
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I only asked if you were disgusted, [ is his excuse. He never said that Iorveth actually was! In truth, Iorveth probably should be. All of that praise about how sweet and good Astarion is, and he's still pretty sure he's fundamentally a bad person. He is, admittedly, a little afraid that one day Iorveth will realize this and become disillusioned with him. ]
Do you mean it?
[ About finding a way to be with him. Iorveth always means what he says, but he still has to ask. ]
When I speak of eternal life, you sound— [ Mm. A pause. ] Unenthusiastic.