[ Astarion's pale face must be tomato red. He clutches the pack a little tighter, nervousness clear as day in his body language. Yes, they've already spoken about this at length, but he'd always been sure to simply call it what it was: a ring, nothing more, nothing less. Surely they'd both known exactly what he meant, but it feels much more scary to say it aloud. His mind suddenly plays back every time Iorveth has ever turned him down. ]
I don't know, [ he blurts out as a defense mechanism, looking everywhere but Iorveth's eyes. He thinks about saying that he was 'only curious', but Iorveth might take that as him not wanting to. Ugh, if only he could make it clear that he wants to without Iorveth ever knowing that he wants to.
A protracted silence passes. ]
I was just thinking that we might look quite dashing in wedding robes, is all.
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I don't know, [ he blurts out as a defense mechanism, looking everywhere but Iorveth's eyes. He thinks about saying that he was 'only curious', but Iorveth might take that as him not wanting to. Ugh, if only he could make it clear that he wants to without Iorveth ever knowing that he wants to.
A protracted silence passes. ]
I was just thinking that we might look quite dashing in wedding robes, is all.