[ Iorveth laughs, and Astarion laughs in turn, giddy at having his feelings so wholly reciprocated. Iorveth utters the word 'husband' at the same time as his hand presses just right against Astarion, and a soft, involuntary groan actually escapes the back of his throat. He'd be mortified if it weren't the person he trusts most in the world, implicitly and without reservation, witnessing it. ]
Love. [ Absolutely incorrigible, his good hand drops to Iorveth's waistband. He adds, sweetly and entirely manipulatively, ] My darling husband-to-be.
[ He angles his face so that he can look up at Iorveth with big, pleading eyes as he fiddles with the edge of his waistband. It's unabashedly obvious. ]
I feel miraculously healed. Why, I could run a marathon right now.
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Love. [ Absolutely incorrigible, his good hand drops to Iorveth's waistband. He adds, sweetly and entirely manipulatively, ] My darling husband-to-be.
[ He angles his face so that he can look up at Iorveth with big, pleading eyes as he fiddles with the edge of his waistband. It's unabashedly obvious. ]
I feel miraculously healed. Why, I could run a marathon right now.