[ Astarion is never beating the cat allegations. He leans his head into Iorveth's touch, all but purring at the gentle scratch of fingernails against his scalp. It's only because he's just filled his belly with blood, he reasons. That's what's made him feel so hazy and happy, no other reason. ]
Everything looks pretty on me.
[ Except green, according to Iorveth. A cruel comment he won't soon forget!
He basks in the pleasure of Iorveth's attention for a moment longer before he rolls over to lie next to him, pressed up against the warmth of his side. ]
So, who was he? [ Casually. ] Your other man.
[ 'The one you let fuck you before me,' he doesn't say, because that would be terribly uncouth. And, besides, he isn't jealous. Well, maybe a little jealous, but he's curious, too. Someone who Iorveth trusted with himself at his most vulnerable. He imagines he must be absolutely nothing like Astarion. ]
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Everything looks pretty on me.
[ Except green, according to Iorveth. A cruel comment he won't soon forget!
He basks in the pleasure of Iorveth's attention for a moment longer before he rolls over to lie next to him, pressed up against the warmth of his side. ]
So, who was he? [ Casually. ] Your other man.
[ 'The one you let fuck you before me,' he doesn't say, because that would be terribly uncouth. And, besides, he isn't jealous. Well, maybe a little jealous, but he's curious, too. Someone who Iorveth trusted with himself at his most vulnerable. He imagines he must be absolutely nothing like Astarion. ]
Was he devilishly handsome?