[ Iorveth doesn't think himself to be humble, not in any sense of the word, but "you helped me" in Astarion's voice cuts close to feeling humbling. Astarion isn't Aen Seidhe, and he's not a cause to rally around, and he's not a problem that needs solving. Again, he simply Is.
Stupid. Iorveth likes him far too much, to the point where liking him is quickly becoming terribly impractical. But if Iorveth is going to be honest with himself, he doesn't really want to like Astarion less; he's great at doing things like strategizing his entire life around guerilla warfare for over a century, but famously terrible at doing normal things like, say, allocating a healthy amount of investment in things.
"Hey Iorveth, maybe you should like Astarion like a normal person" said no one (yet), and thus, Iorveth curls next to Astarion with all the regal audacity of a woodland creature staking its claim to its favorite, most beloved piece of forest. ]
I'm partial to driving you mad. [ He murmurs, but the fact of the matter is that he is, in fact, tired. Maybe letting Sebastian touch him drained him of energy. That was the worst part of the night, actually.
Nested into the sheets with his one eye shut, Iorveth lets his awareness drift as night gives way to morning. It's likely that he'll trance well into the afternoon, but he doesn't mind; the others can survive without them for another day. ]
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Stupid. Iorveth likes him far too much, to the point where liking him is quickly becoming terribly impractical. But if Iorveth is going to be honest with himself, he doesn't really want to like Astarion less; he's great at doing things like strategizing his entire life around guerilla warfare for over a century, but famously terrible at doing normal things like, say, allocating a healthy amount of investment in things.
"Hey Iorveth, maybe you should like Astarion like a normal person" said no one (yet), and thus, Iorveth curls next to Astarion with all the regal audacity of a woodland creature staking its claim to its favorite, most beloved piece of forest. ]
I'm partial to driving you mad. [ He murmurs, but the fact of the matter is that he is, in fact, tired. Maybe letting Sebastian touch him drained him of energy. That was the worst part of the night, actually.
Nested into the sheets with his one eye shut, Iorveth lets his awareness drift as night gives way to morning. It's likely that he'll trance well into the afternoon, but he doesn't mind; the others can survive without them for another day. ]