[ A little huff, when called out about the crying. Nose dusted with red, more obvious in the bright of the morning than the dim of night; Iorveth'd almost forgotten how stark everything looks in light, especially by the waterside.

Why shouldn't he get emotional? If not now, when? He sniffs again, more composed this time, even if he still looks like a proud elf at his partner's graduation. Absurd, but earnest. ]

The time of day wouldn't have mattered, [ Iorveth pushes back without any real vehemence, hands flying up to Astarion's face to cradle it for a moment, to turn those pretty features from side to side to inspect it better under the sun. Under the sun. No tadpoles necessary, though he would have liked to have them for long enough to beam 'you are perfect' directly into Astarion's brainfolds. Unhinged. ]

But, Gods. I'll say it again: you were made for the sun.

[ Ugh!!! Still misty-eyed (a wood elf through and through, in these private moments away from scrutiny or judgment), he presses his lips to Astarion's forehead and lets go of him again, torn between the aggressive desire to sit Astarion down on the patio couch and kiss him all over, or to simply just watch Astarion do whatever the fuck he wants under daylight from a distance. He decides on the latter for now, moving away to take a seat as he takes in the sight of glittering water and Astarion backlit by it, the unflattering cloak doing nothing to detract from how stunning he is. Sure, Astarion is still ostensibly in his pajamas with one fucked-up hand, but that doesn't matter!!!!! ]

―Now you can do whatever you wish, whenever you wish.