[ A hint of old traditions is currently hanging from Iorveth's neck: a stolen engagement ring dangling on a leather string. It helps Iorveth keep a bit of Astarion on him at all times, but the physical totem still pales in comparison to the immediacy of Astarion's teeth sinking beneath skin.
How terrible for Iorveth, that the pain and pleasure of being drained comes and goes all too soon. It doesn't matter that the combination of post-sex fuzziness and bloodloss pretty much ensures that Iorveth is out of commission for the next few hours― this really is the most content he's been in ages. ]
Insatiable. [ A fond accusation, as he places a palm on Astarion's head to pet him slowly, indulgently. ] Greed looks pretty on you.
[ Twining his fingers around soft curls, scratching Astarion's scalp with gentle care. It's Iorveth's hope that Astarion never stops wanting things out of life, and that Iorveth will be allowed to stay and watch him flourish. ]
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How terrible for Iorveth, that the pain and pleasure of being drained comes and goes all too soon. It doesn't matter that the combination of post-sex fuzziness and bloodloss pretty much ensures that Iorveth is out of commission for the next few hours― this really is the most content he's been in ages. ]
Insatiable. [ A fond accusation, as he places a palm on Astarion's head to pet him slowly, indulgently. ] Greed looks pretty on you.
[ Twining his fingers around soft curls, scratching Astarion's scalp with gentle care. It's Iorveth's hope that Astarion never stops wanting things out of life, and that Iorveth will be allowed to stay and watch him flourish. ]