[ The universe is screaming for Iorveth to get a grip, but consider: it has also screamed at him to calm down several times in his checkered past, to no avail. Someone will tell him to course correct someday, but that day isn't today.
More importantly, Astarion is so stupid (affectionate). The more he dares Iorveth to thaw all the bits of him that he'd been suppressing under all of his emotional permafrost, the more Iorveth thinks that Astarion has no idea what kind of person he really is. Hollow and exhausted, his yearning like an endless sinkhole. Damaged by loss, kept alive only by the fierceness of his emotions. It's not healthy or safe to be loved by someone like Iorveth, and Iorveth is, in part, aware of that reality.
He's waiting for the pushback. So far, it hasn't come. Tugged towards Elfsong and through the now-familiar entrance, he wonders what it'd take for this stupid (again, affectionate) vampire to push him away. ]
If you wished it, I'd bed you even with a broken limb. [ He'd probably enjoy it, too. He's a freak. ] You underestimate me.
[ Pulling Astarion back by his wrist, Iorveth kisses the corner of his mouth. ] ―Stay here while I go put your things away. [ At the bottom of the stairs leading up to their communal room, he means. It'll be easier to slip in and out that way, not to mention that he won't be tempted to drag Astarion into bed if they end up sitting on the mattress while they hide their stolen goods. ]
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More importantly, Astarion is so stupid (affectionate). The more he dares Iorveth to thaw all the bits of him that he'd been suppressing under all of his emotional permafrost, the more Iorveth thinks that Astarion has no idea what kind of person he really is. Hollow and exhausted, his yearning like an endless sinkhole. Damaged by loss, kept alive only by the fierceness of his emotions. It's not healthy or safe to be loved by someone like Iorveth, and Iorveth is, in part, aware of that reality.
He's waiting for the pushback. So far, it hasn't come. Tugged towards Elfsong and through the now-familiar entrance, he wonders what it'd take for this stupid (again, affectionate) vampire to push him away. ]
If you wished it, I'd bed you even with a broken limb. [ He'd probably enjoy it, too. He's a freak. ] You underestimate me.
[ Pulling Astarion back by his wrist, Iorveth kisses the corner of his mouth. ] ―Stay here while I go put your things away. [ At the bottom of the stairs leading up to their communal room, he means. It'll be easier to slip in and out that way, not to mention that he won't be tempted to drag Astarion into bed if they end up sitting on the mattress while they hide their stolen goods. ]