Oh, I don't mind a bit of soreness, [ comes out automatically, suggestive and mischievous, before he remembers that one of them is already more than sore. Now is not the time to try to get into Iorveth's pants, even if the sensation of Iorveth's blunt teeth scraping against his skin tickles a long-neglected part of his brain. He does crane his neck regardless; he can still have a little light nibbling as a treat. ]
It would be worth it.
[ It really would. Peace of mind is priceless, and knowing that he's stamped out one potential avenue for having Iorveth—and consequently, happiness—taken away from him would provide at least a modicum of that. He's spent all of this time ruminating on the possibility of Iorveth choosing to abandon him when there's also the chance that someone takes him away unwillingly.
A selfish reason to fear harm coming to Iorveth, really. He was right when he said that Astarion was afraid of everything, but he's afraid of getting hurt more than anything.
Sweetly: ] I'd stab a thousand Fists for you, my dear, and only partly because I like stabbing.
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It would be worth it.
[ It really would. Peace of mind is priceless, and knowing that he's stamped out one potential avenue for having Iorveth—and consequently, happiness—taken away from him would provide at least a modicum of that. He's spent all of this time ruminating on the possibility of Iorveth choosing to abandon him when there's also the chance that someone takes him away unwillingly.
A selfish reason to fear harm coming to Iorveth, really. He was right when he said that Astarion was afraid of everything, but he's afraid of getting hurt more than anything.
Sweetly: ] I'd stab a thousand Fists for you, my dear, and only partly because I like stabbing.