[ Magistrate Ancunín wouldn't have given Iorveth-with-no-family-name the time of fucking day, and Iorveth-of-the-woods would have taken one look at a posh high elf and decided to hate him immediately. Really, the tadpole was the only thing keeping them in the same camp for a good portion of their initial journey: without that fixture in their heads, Iorveth would have split off and never given Astarion a second thought.
Terrifying to consider. Some things require time and patience, and Iorveth had neither back when they first met. A miracle, really, that circumstances forced him to see Astarion more clearly, because he doubts he would have chosen to do so otherwise.
Back into the bedroom they go, where Iorveth immediately chooses to be horizontal, letting his poison-tired body drape limply on clean sheets. He realizes too late that he's left his eyepatch back in the bathroom, but that's a problem for Iorveth of tomorrow. ]
Lucky me, [ he says, without irony or sarcasm. He does feel lucky, and this is the second time of the night that he's said so. ] What else would you let me gift you?
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Terrifying to consider. Some things require time and patience, and Iorveth had neither back when they first met. A miracle, really, that circumstances forced him to see Astarion more clearly, because he doubts he would have chosen to do so otherwise.
Back into the bedroom they go, where Iorveth immediately chooses to be horizontal, letting his poison-tired body drape limply on clean sheets. He realizes too late that he's left his eyepatch back in the bathroom, but that's a problem for Iorveth of tomorrow. ]
Lucky me, [ he says, without irony or sarcasm. He does feel lucky, and this is the second time of the night that he's said so. ] What else would you let me gift you?
[ Gesturing for Astarion to join him in bed. ]