[ Do as Iorveth says, and not as Iorveth does (he would absolutely drag Astarion's zombie around in search of a cure, but thAT'S NOT THE POINT). A moment passes where he looks like he might be exasperated by the pushback, but then Astarion has the gall to say things like "the healing power of true love", and he kind of just wants to roll Astarion onto his back and kiss him all over instead.
Ugh. Sweet vampire, making Iorveth feel some type of way. His hand slides from Astarion's hair down to his face, thumb gliding over his cheek, his jaw, smoothing along a pout. Iorveth continues that for a few lingering seconds before pressing his lips to that frown, annoyed and smitten in equal measure.
Once he pulls back: ]
You're more of a romantic than I thought.
[ This time, to the tune of "you're so stupid, and I love you entirely". ]
Ridiculous. [ A sigh, verging on a bemused chuckle. ] More ridiculous yet, I believe you.
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Ugh. Sweet vampire, making Iorveth feel some type of way. His hand slides from Astarion's hair down to his face, thumb gliding over his cheek, his jaw, smoothing along a pout. Iorveth continues that for a few lingering seconds before pressing his lips to that frown, annoyed and smitten in equal measure.
Once he pulls back: ]
You're more of a romantic than I thought.
[ This time, to the tune of "you're so stupid, and I love you entirely". ]
Ridiculous. [ A sigh, verging on a bemused chuckle. ] More ridiculous yet, I believe you.