[ Watching Iorveth dab cologne onto his collar makes Astarion bloom with happiness, a grin spreading across his face. He loves this man so much that sometimes he feels he needs to shout it from the rooftops. He wishes he could kill every person who ever hurt Iorveth and drag their mangled corpses back to him like a cat with a bird.
Standing beside the bed, he takes the silky purple sheets in hand and pulls them up over Iorveth's body before perching on the edge of the mattress beside him. ]
Loving me is very reasonable.
[ But he knows what Iorveth means. Hells, he doesn't know if Iorveth has ever let himself do something 'selfish' for the last century. There's nothing more special than being the subject of his selfish affections.
He glances over at the window, where a little sliver of evening sun still peeks out from behind the curtains. ]
If it's all right with you, I think I might mill around downstairs while I wait for nightfall. [ There are people to cheat, pickpocket, and generally harass down there, after all. ] —Don't worry. I won't drink anything.
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Standing beside the bed, he takes the silky purple sheets in hand and pulls them up over Iorveth's body before perching on the edge of the mattress beside him. ]
Loving me is very reasonable.
[ But he knows what Iorveth means. Hells, he doesn't know if Iorveth has ever let himself do something 'selfish' for the last century. There's nothing more special than being the subject of his selfish affections.
He glances over at the window, where a little sliver of evening sun still peeks out from behind the curtains. ]
If it's all right with you, I think I might mill around downstairs while I wait for nightfall. [ There are people to cheat, pickpocket, and generally harass down there, after all. ] —Don't worry. I won't drink anything.