[ The question is absurd, but it inspires cute aggression instead of irritation: that omnipresent desire to (gently) push Astarion against a wall and dote on him until he melts into a puddle. ]
If you want all of it, beloved, none isn't an option.
[ It's the depth of 'all' that Astarion should be worried about, but Iorveth is slowly coming to terms with the idea that, despite all the ways in which he's encouraged Astarion to look beyond what he can provide (Iorveth is just one elf in a world full of many, many perspectives), Astarion is, impossibly, happy with him. ]
You'll never have to question whether you have my love.
[ Exhibit A: Iorveth can't stop fucking kissing him, which Astarion really should not be encouraging or normalizing. Another peck to the corner of Astarion's lovely mouth as punctuation, and Iorveth hovers near him, ignoring the poor gnome who has come out of the kitchen holding something that looks very much like a little cake. The poor guy is clearly having a hard time knowing when to interrupt. ]
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If you want all of it, beloved, none isn't an option.
[ It's the depth of 'all' that Astarion should be worried about, but Iorveth is slowly coming to terms with the idea that, despite all the ways in which he's encouraged Astarion to look beyond what he can provide (Iorveth is just one elf in a world full of many, many perspectives), Astarion is, impossibly, happy with him. ]
You'll never have to question whether you have my love.
[ Exhibit A: Iorveth can't stop fucking kissing him, which Astarion really should not be encouraging or normalizing. Another peck to the corner of Astarion's lovely mouth as punctuation, and Iorveth hovers near him, ignoring the poor gnome who has come out of the kitchen holding something that looks very much like a little cake. The poor guy is clearly having a hard time knowing when to interrupt. ]