[ Astarion's hand stops its wandering, hovering above Iorveth's waistband. ]
I just told you to ask, you fool, [ he says, irritated that Iorveth isn't playing along. He can't help feeling a little offended; usually, people are too eager to get his hands down their pants to question him. Then again, those people are also usually drunk, lonely, or undesirable.
He withdraws his hand, watching Iorveth's face warily. This is all still new to him, waters he's not yet sure how to navigate. Perhaps he came on too strong, or perhaps not strong enough. Maybe Iorveth thinks he's faking his desire, or maybe he doesn't feel desired at all. Maybe Iorveth is taking pity on him, because he thinks Astarion is in some way damaged — he tries not to linger on that thought for too long. ]
Did I— [ Do something wrong, he doesn't finish, because if anything is a mood-killer, that is. ] Do you think I don't want to?
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I just told you to ask, you fool, [ he says, irritated that Iorveth isn't playing along. He can't help feeling a little offended; usually, people are too eager to get his hands down their pants to question him. Then again, those people are also usually drunk, lonely, or undesirable.
He withdraws his hand, watching Iorveth's face warily. This is all still new to him, waters he's not yet sure how to navigate. Perhaps he came on too strong, or perhaps not strong enough. Maybe Iorveth thinks he's faking his desire, or maybe he doesn't feel desired at all. Maybe Iorveth is taking pity on him, because he thinks Astarion is in some way damaged — he tries not to linger on that thought for too long. ]
Did I— [ Do something wrong, he doesn't finish, because if anything is a mood-killer, that is. ] Do you think I don't want to?