[ Iorveth, on his end, is less sartorially-minded: he's dressing for defense tonight, strapping into a bulky gambeson that he knows Astarion hates. It's extra padding, though, for a scenario in which Granny Heart decides to try to claw Iorveth's chest open, and he secures it with a belt that holds a dagger (silvered) and his curved sword (not silvered).
He looks up when Astarion issues the warning, and has half a mind to be irritated by it. You didn't promise me, is the snapback that pushes at the back of his teeth, demanding to be spoken, but he ultimately swallows it. ]
―Fool. I swore to you that you'd never be alone again.
[ Which is roughly in the ballpark of promising to be careful. He finishes tightening the belt around his middle, and moves to hold Astarion's face in both (now-gloved) hands. ]
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He looks up when Astarion issues the warning, and has half a mind to be irritated by it. You didn't promise me, is the snapback that pushes at the back of his teeth, demanding to be spoken, but he ultimately swallows it. ]
―Fool. I swore to you that you'd never be alone again.
[ Which is roughly in the ballpark of promising to be careful. He finishes tightening the belt around his middle, and moves to hold Astarion's face in both (now-gloved) hands. ]
I want to marry you. I'll not die before then.