[ "Your leg", Iorveth groans as Astarion leans in for the peck, protesting too much even when he's sitting there with 'I-love-this-guy' tears lingering on his face. He keeps Astarion braced on the couch with his hands at Astarion's hips, looking up at him with the sort of awe that says 'I cannot believe you are making me feel this way (irritated) (affectionate)'. ]
You can go anywhere you please now without fear, [ he says, somewhat incredulously, ] and yet you still wish to be with me and get an impossible tan.
[ Like, Astarion could go anywhere. He could actually go to Cormyr and be able to say anything about it. Maybe he still has other restrictions pertaining to having to be invited to places and burning when touching running water, but still.
Freedom. So much of it. Iorveth is happy for him, profoundly and impossibly. ]
Well? [ Pinching the end of Astarion's cloak, letting it billow a bit. ] What did you envision yourself doing first, when the sun was eventually returned to you?
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You can go anywhere you please now without fear, [ he says, somewhat incredulously, ] and yet you still wish to be with me and get an impossible tan.
[ Like, Astarion could go anywhere. He could actually go to Cormyr and be able to say anything about it. Maybe he still has other restrictions pertaining to having to be invited to places and burning when touching running water, but still.
Freedom. So much of it. Iorveth is happy for him, profoundly and impossibly. ]
Well? [ Pinching the end of Astarion's cloak, letting it billow a bit. ] What did you envision yourself doing first, when the sun was eventually returned to you?