[ He might have bristled in the past at being called dramatic, but any offense he might've taken is mollified by the use of the word "love" and everything else that follows it, by the novel rush of safety he feels with Astarion's palm on his back.
A soft sound of contentment, low and warm. ] Then I'll keep you close, in turn.
[ Spotting Astarion's old puncture scars, Iorveth leans and laves his tongue along them, knowing better than to leave marks and draw attention to something that might out Astarion as a vampire. Still, he kisses and nuzzles at the vestiges of Cazador on pale skin, loathing even the idea that anyone put their mouth on Astarion, that they treated someone he cares so deeply about with such callous lack of care, with such unthinkable cruelty.
He dips down, bites yet another mark where Astarion's neck meets his shoulder. By now, he looks like he's been mauled by an unruly dog: lovebites dotting all over him from jaw to navel to his inner thighs. Iorveth leans back just an inch, surveying what he's done. ]
...You'll not be able to go to the tailor for a few days.
[ Tracing one of many, many teethmarks he's left on Astarion's pretty skin with some measure of satisfaction. Possessive, too, in his own way. ]
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A soft sound of contentment, low and warm. ] Then I'll keep you close, in turn.
[ Spotting Astarion's old puncture scars, Iorveth leans and laves his tongue along them, knowing better than to leave marks and draw attention to something that might out Astarion as a vampire. Still, he kisses and nuzzles at the vestiges of Cazador on pale skin, loathing even the idea that anyone put their mouth on Astarion, that they treated someone he cares so deeply about with such callous lack of care, with such unthinkable cruelty.
He dips down, bites yet another mark where Astarion's neck meets his shoulder. By now, he looks like he's been mauled by an unruly dog: lovebites dotting all over him from jaw to navel to his inner thighs. Iorveth leans back just an inch, surveying what he's done. ]
...You'll not be able to go to the tailor for a few days.
[ Tracing one of many, many teethmarks he's left on Astarion's pretty skin with some measure of satisfaction. Possessive, too, in his own way. ]