[ One grand success, after wading through an absolute ocean of bullshit. Worth it, though, utterly. Iorveth walks them a little farther back, towards the exit and out onto the patio proper, blasted by the full (unconcentrated) strength of the morning sun, where he unloops his arms around Astarion to let him move, unburdened, if he wants to.
He's still misty-eyed. Sue him. He runs the back of his hand over his face, trying to remember the last time he'd felt like this was, and finding that it was when Astarion brought up the topic of marriage. Gods. Astarion really has no earthly idea how much of Iorveth's narrative he's changed in the past few tendays. ]
Fool－ you more than make up for it.
[ Sure, the cloak is an ugly shade of dark maroon, and sure, it could do with a wash and a press, but Iorveth isn't looking at it at all. He's looking at Astarion, and how the light catches him under that hideous cloak, which compels him to say: ] You're beautiful.
[ Profoundly. With feeling. No shame or embarrassment involved; just a statement of the painfully obvious. ]
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He's still misty-eyed. Sue him. He runs the back of his hand over his face, trying to remember the last time he'd felt like this was, and finding that it was when Astarion brought up the topic of marriage. Gods. Astarion really has no earthly idea how much of Iorveth's narrative he's changed in the past few tendays. ]
Fool－ you more than make up for it.
[ Sure, the cloak is an ugly shade of dark maroon, and sure, it could do with a wash and a press, but Iorveth isn't looking at it at all. He's looking at Astarion, and how the light catches him under that hideous cloak, which compels him to say: ] You're beautiful.
[ Profoundly. With feeling. No shame or embarrassment involved; just a statement of the painfully obvious. ]