[ Hm. The reasonable part of Iorveth still thinks it'd be alright for Astarion to forge connections that don't just boil down to Iorveth, but his plan to slowly faze himself out of Astarion's life and let Astarion find a new love before Iorveth eventually succumbs to mortality is seeming more and more like a last resort instead of, you know. The sort of normal contingency plan that a mortal and immortal might have to consider.

It's too soon to think about that, anyway. Even without immortality, Iorveth has a good three centuries with Astarion if he's lucky, and he intends to at least spend the next however-many tendays trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he's engaged.

When Gale isn't interrupting him about eggs, anyway. He closes his eye and sinks back onto a pillow, both aggravated and fond about the wizard's horrible timing. ]

Much as I'd like to bask in you after surviving Athkatla, [ he sighs, ] breakfast calls.

[ A quick kiss to Astarion's cheek, grossly affectionate. ] ...When do you wish to tell Gale about us?