[ Astarion is still warm from the bath, but Iorveth tucks close to him anyway to keep that heat from escaping anywhere. An elf-shaped radiator, overprotective of Astarion's comfort.
The boop to the nose is twee, yes, but so is Iorveth's acceptance of it. Tipping his chin up to response, making the sort of soft noise an animal makes when someone scratches it behind its ear just right. ]
Compliments. Affirmations. [ Very unselfish of Astarion not to ask for them. Maybe they were included within 'love', though: the term encompasses a lot of things. ] Poetry about how beautiful you are.
[ The 'shallow praise' that Iorveth so often scoffed at. They're no longer shallow, now that Iorveth believes Astarion actually likes hearing them instead of being privately disgusted under his pretty mask.
Another soft, pleased hum, before he leans in for a very chaste kiss. ]
...The sun. I promise you that you'll have it back.
[ Famous last words, perhaps. But Iorveth has never said anything he doesn't mean, or intend to follow through to the end. ]
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The boop to the nose is twee, yes, but so is Iorveth's acceptance of it. Tipping his chin up to response, making the sort of soft noise an animal makes when someone scratches it behind its ear just right. ]
Compliments. Affirmations. [ Very unselfish of Astarion not to ask for them. Maybe they were included within 'love', though: the term encompasses a lot of things. ] Poetry about how beautiful you are.
[ The 'shallow praise' that Iorveth so often scoffed at. They're no longer shallow, now that Iorveth believes Astarion actually likes hearing them instead of being privately disgusted under his pretty mask.
Another soft, pleased hum, before he leans in for a very chaste kiss. ]
...The sun. I promise you that you'll have it back.
[ Famous last words, perhaps. But Iorveth has never said anything he doesn't mean, or intend to follow through to the end. ]