[ Iorveth watches Astarion Think About It, and it's almost endearing to observe the cogs grinding into place if not for the fact that the revelation in question pertains to Iorveth's past disappointments. To be fair, the disappointments have felt less devastating each time (the first was the worst, being betrayed by his own kind, being manacled for daring to fight), but the trend seemed a bit unmistakable.
Whatever. The past feels easier to stomach when Astarion puts his weight on Iorveth and sandwiches his face between his palms, says things that sound disagreeable to Iorveth on paper but spread through him like sunlit warmth. He should rage and rebel, be repulsed by the idea of being kept the way he'd protested a life corralled in Cazador's mansion, but this seems so disparate, so divorced from that particular version of "kept" that it doesn't inspire him to push back.
So he settles into it. Head to his pillow, one hand to the back of Astarion's. ]
Then you'll have me.
[ Almost a threat. An are-you-sure. Sharp, blunt, but with conviction. If Astarion says he wants this, then he really will have one deranged murder elf utterly devoted to him, for better or for worse.
Craning his neck, trying to brush noses: ] Astarion. [ Like the morning prior, tacitly asking for a kiss to seal the deal. ]
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Whatever. The past feels easier to stomach when Astarion puts his weight on Iorveth and sandwiches his face between his palms, says things that sound disagreeable to Iorveth on paper but spread through him like sunlit warmth. He should rage and rebel, be repulsed by the idea of being kept the way he'd protested a life corralled in Cazador's mansion, but this seems so disparate, so divorced from that particular version of "kept" that it doesn't inspire him to push back.
So he settles into it. Head to his pillow, one hand to the back of Astarion's. ]
Then you'll have me.
[ Almost a threat. An are-you-sure. Sharp, blunt, but with conviction. If Astarion says he wants this, then he really will have one deranged murder elf utterly devoted to him, for better or for worse.
Craning his neck, trying to brush noses: ] Astarion. [ Like the morning prior, tacitly asking for a kiss to seal the deal. ]