[ The touch travels up, fingers stroking lightly behind one ear. Tracing and defining, trying to memorize the entirety of Astarion through sense and texture. That hunger to know everything about someone, so that they can never surprise him－ Iorveth's own lingering fear and trauma－ but with Astarion, mostly just because he likes Astarion so much.
Time like this is a luxury. Strangely, he remembers Isengrim for a brief moment, how he'd laid beside his commander and, with Isengrim's long hair tangled in his fingers, thought that surely, one day, they would die together.
A good thing that Iorveth didn't. For the first time since losing Isengrim, Iorveth feels entirely at peace with that loss, and marvels at how right it feels to be nested up against Astarion's now-familiar shape. ]
I can't say. [ He finally replies, after taking that moment to savor his current company. Not at all magically inclined. ] ―I could go get it tested with Gale tomorrow, if you wish. While you rest.
[ If it would be too nervewracking for Astarion to try it out himself, and risk the disappointment. ]
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Time like this is a luxury. Strangely, he remembers Isengrim for a brief moment, how he'd laid beside his commander and, with Isengrim's long hair tangled in his fingers, thought that surely, one day, they would die together.
A good thing that Iorveth didn't. For the first time since losing Isengrim, Iorveth feels entirely at peace with that loss, and marvels at how right it feels to be nested up against Astarion's now-familiar shape. ]
I can't say. [ He finally replies, after taking that moment to savor his current company. Not at all magically inclined. ] ―I could go get it tested with Gale tomorrow, if you wish. While you rest.
[ If it would be too nervewracking for Astarion to try it out himself, and risk the disappointment. ]