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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-09-12 03:11 am (UTC)

[ "We all change", Iorveth thinks to say. For better, for worse. He and Astarion both wear their changes on their skin in different ways, and they both have to live with the unbearable knowledge of what they've lost. Maybe, Iorveth considers, the problem is that Astarion is good and sweet enough to care that he's been changed, and is decent and sound of mind enough to grieve over who he used to be; maybe, Iorveth considers, the problem is that he himself has long since given up on himself as someone worth grieving over. He's Iorveth, a blight of his own making, long removed from any vestige of what he used to be.

Astarion probably deserves better. That thought returns in full force, a recurring character since the day prior. "You don't deserve him." He takes a sip of wine, and swallows the acid in the back of his throat.

The thought lingers anyway. Astarion deserves better. It takes someone strong to admit that they hate that someone hurt them.
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―Mm, [ Iorveth eventually agrees, having forgotten entirely about the cards. Best to let the topic of changing drop for now, and let Astarion pick some pockets before he vibrates out of his skin. ] Are we betting with coin, trinkets, or favors?

[ Like truth or dare, but with cards. A dangerous game to play, especially with drinks in tow. (Not that Astarion could even get drunk.) ]

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