[ No, he's fairly sure it's that Iorveth is wonderful.
His pale skin pinks with pleasure at the compliment, all the better because it's coming from Iorveth who truly, ridiculously means every word he says. It's infuriating how sweet Iorveth is, and how much he makes Astarion want to rip off his clothes when they have seven roommates, not counting the animals. He rolls the word love over in his head again, the way Iorveth's voice had sounded around the word, the way the circus performers had used it so casually to describe them.
He presses into the kiss, then straightens up, reaching behind him to clumsily remove Iorveth's shoes for him. They go flying, but it's the thought that counts. If he can't rip off his clothes, at least Astarion can get him ready for bed. ]
Two centuries, and you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
[ If his voice is low now, it's because he'd die a second time if he were caught being this sappy by anyone but Iorveth. ]
Thank you, [ he says, the words a little awkward in his mouth. He's still not used to gratitude. ] For— ah. [ Where to begin? ] Well, I suppose for being you.
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His pale skin pinks with pleasure at the compliment, all the better because it's coming from Iorveth who truly, ridiculously means every word he says. It's infuriating how sweet Iorveth is, and how much he makes Astarion want to rip off his clothes when they have seven roommates, not counting the animals. He rolls the word love over in his head again, the way Iorveth's voice had sounded around the word, the way the circus performers had used it so casually to describe them.
He presses into the kiss, then straightens up, reaching behind him to clumsily remove Iorveth's shoes for him. They go flying, but it's the thought that counts. If he can't rip off his clothes, at least Astarion can get him ready for bed. ]
Two centuries, and you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
[ If his voice is low now, it's because he'd die a second time if he were caught being this sappy by anyone but Iorveth. ]
Thank you, [ he says, the words a little awkward in his mouth. He's still not used to gratitude. ] For— ah. [ Where to begin? ] Well, I suppose for being you.