[ 'You'll never be alone again'. A lofty, nearly impossible to achieve goal, but Iorveth says it with such conviction that Astarion is inclined to believe him. Gods, he practically swoons. No one in existence is more romantic than Iorveth, no one more perfect. These unhinged declarations might scare someone else off, but they're exactly what Astarion needs. Solid, irrefutable proof of being loved, and a promise that he'll never have it taken away from him.
He preens under Iorveth's praise, unabashedly delighted. 'Words', Iorveth used to sigh, but there's nothing better than hearing those 'words' come from Iorveth's mouth. Because he believes them, just as strongly as he used to believe the insults he would be pelted with. More strongly, even. Iorveth seems to loathe when Astarion tells him that being with him makes the past worth it, but every sweet word from him feels like it cancels out the cruelty. ]
I don't know.
[ Not too long ago, he'd felt uncertain about the idea. He'd been very confident about the idea of Iorveth pledging himself to him, less so about the other way around. Now, after watching Iorveth nearly get poisoned to death, with a confrontation with a hag possibly in the cards tomorrow— well, maybe taking the leap wouldn't be quite so bad. ]
Tell me how beautiful I would look in one and I'll consider it.
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He preens under Iorveth's praise, unabashedly delighted. 'Words', Iorveth used to sigh, but there's nothing better than hearing those 'words' come from Iorveth's mouth. Because he believes them, just as strongly as he used to believe the insults he would be pelted with. More strongly, even. Iorveth seems to loathe when Astarion tells him that being with him makes the past worth it, but every sweet word from him feels like it cancels out the cruelty. ]
I don't know.
[ Not too long ago, he'd felt uncertain about the idea. He'd been very confident about the idea of Iorveth pledging himself to him, less so about the other way around. Now, after watching Iorveth nearly get poisoned to death, with a confrontation with a hag possibly in the cards tomorrow— well, maybe taking the leap wouldn't be quite so bad. ]
Tell me how beautiful I would look in one and I'll consider it.