[ Astarion could go to Cormyr, yes. Maybe he will. But what Iorveth can't seem to get through his thick skull (very irritated) (very affectionate) is that Astarion has no interest in going anywhere that his favorite person isn't. When he thinks of going to someplace like Cormyr, it's only exciting because he imagines showing off his fancy Cormyrean leather boots to Iorveth, and buying a nice new sword for Iorveth, and taking Iorveth to dinner to watch him stuff his face.
That's what love is, he thinks. He only ever used to dream of finally being left alone, and now he dreams of forever being kept company.
He sighs, taking Iorveth's face in his hands and smoothing his thumbs over those lovely, sharp cheekbones. ]
Making sweet, degenerate love to you in the midday sun. [ What love is, also: being able to say the words 'making love' without gagging. With a pout: ] But I've been put on canoodling restriction.
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That's what love is, he thinks. He only ever used to dream of finally being left alone, and now he dreams of forever being kept company.
He sighs, taking Iorveth's face in his hands and smoothing his thumbs over those lovely, sharp cheekbones. ]
Making sweet, degenerate love to you in the midday sun. [ What love is, also: being able to say the words 'making love' without gagging. With a pout: ] But I've been put on canoodling restriction.