[ Neither little nor a seamstress, but Iorveth accepts the assessment anyway because it's delivered after handholding. Like Astarion's sleeve-tugging, the gesture makes Iorveth feel warm all over. ]
Hm. A sun may be too redundant. [ A gesture with his free hand towards the cloak. ] ...Perhaps some vines with leaves. On the collar.
[ Something that matches the visible portion of his tattoo. Is that also too twee? Maybe not Astarion's aesthetic, either. But he thinks it'd be nice to have something of him on Astarion's person. Feels correct, in a way; a proper union.
Still, because it's hardly his executive decision (Astarion will be the one who has to wear it), he offers: ] If it agrees with you, that is. [ The hand he'd used to gesture moves to settle on Astarion's cheek, pulsepoint near his mouth. It occurs to Iorveth, again, to let teeth sink in, and he encourages it implicitly by nudging that vulnerable bit of himself closer. ]
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Hm. A sun may be too redundant. [ A gesture with his free hand towards the cloak. ] ...Perhaps some vines with leaves. On the collar.
[ Something that matches the visible portion of his tattoo. Is that also too twee? Maybe not Astarion's aesthetic, either. But he thinks it'd be nice to have something of him on Astarion's person. Feels correct, in a way; a proper union.
Still, because it's hardly his executive decision (Astarion will be the one who has to wear it), he offers: ] If it agrees with you, that is. [ The hand he'd used to gesture moves to settle on Astarion's cheek, pulsepoint near his mouth. It occurs to Iorveth, again, to let teeth sink in, and he encourages it implicitly by nudging that vulnerable bit of himself closer. ]