[ Astarion slips an arm around Iorveth, nails scratching lightly at his back like the claws of a happy kitten. Deliriously happy. For once, he doesn't even think about how 'the rest of his life' might only be until they face the Netherbrain. With Iorveth saying such sweet things to him, there's no room for pessimism. Gods, isn't that a shock.
Impulse urges him to blurt out something dramatic and romantic, but his appreciation for setting stops him. A shared room above the Elfsong is no place for romantic confessions. Instead: ]
A feat I managed because you helped me.
[ He's not sure he would have had the courage to do it, any of it, on his own. He would never have been able to set foot in that palace without Iorveth standing next to him.
A sigh. ] You're too tempting to bear. Rest, or you'll drive me mad.
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Impulse urges him to blurt out something dramatic and romantic, but his appreciation for setting stops him. A shared room above the Elfsong is no place for romantic confessions. Instead: ]
A feat I managed because you helped me.
[ He's not sure he would have had the courage to do it, any of it, on his own. He would never have been able to set foot in that palace without Iorveth standing next to him.
A sigh. ] You're too tempting to bear. Rest, or you'll drive me mad.