[ Wedding robes. Iorveth hasn't even seen an Aen Seidhe newborn in ages; no one has wanted to create unions or new life because of the bleakness of their clan's future. It was easier to comprehend Astarion wanting to put a ring on his finger, but the potential ceremony of it makes Iorveth feel－
－overwhelmed? Slightly. The sort of emotion that he can't put a name to. He blinks back the delirious migraine that's starting to build, too much pounding in his head, in his chest.
A half-sigh, warm, and Iorveth finally surges forward to take Astarion's beet-red face in both his hands, feeling, unbelievably, something hot and wet behind his one eye. ]
―You would be the most beautiful thing the forest's ever seen.
[ Gods, fuck. If Iorveth isn't careful, he might forget to breathe. ]
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－overwhelmed? Slightly. The sort of emotion that he can't put a name to. He blinks back the delirious migraine that's starting to build, too much pounding in his head, in his chest.
A half-sigh, warm, and Iorveth finally surges forward to take Astarion's beet-red face in both his hands, feeling, unbelievably, something hot and wet behind his one eye. ]
―You would be the most beautiful thing the forest's ever seen.
[ Gods, fuck. If Iorveth isn't careful, he might forget to breathe. ]