[ Gods, Iorveth cannot believe that Astarion is encouraging him to be more unhinged than he already is; and by "cannot believe", he means "can actually believe it". Astarion, his stupid, short-sighted fool of a vampire, who doesn't seem to grasp how fucking crazy Iorveth already is about him. It is incredibly absurd to ask Iorveth to be, well. Worse.
So. The flattest look that Iorveth can muster, followed by a scrub of his palm against his face. Debating. Thinking. He pours himself another glass instead of answering immediately, downs it in one easy gulp. Sighs.
Then manhandles Astarion so that he's sitting sideways on his chair, legs thrown over Iorveth's knees. Almost sitting on his lap, but not quite. An arm winds around Astarion's waist, drawing him in and close. ]
Then I'll say this. [ Foreheads pressed together, his smile a little crooked. ] You can fool around as you please, but I'll kill anyone who kisses you.
[ Fucking can be sport, but kissing is a different story for Iorveth; intimate, affectionate. He runs his thumb along Astarion's lower lip, punctuating the sentiment. ]
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So. The flattest look that Iorveth can muster, followed by a scrub of his palm against his face. Debating. Thinking. He pours himself another glass instead of answering immediately, downs it in one easy gulp. Sighs.
Then manhandles Astarion so that he's sitting sideways on his chair, legs thrown over Iorveth's knees. Almost sitting on his lap, but not quite. An arm winds around Astarion's waist, drawing him in and close. ]
Then I'll say this. [ Foreheads pressed together, his smile a little crooked. ] You can fool around as you please, but I'll kill anyone who kisses you.
[ Fucking can be sport, but kissing is a different story for Iorveth; intimate, affectionate. He runs his thumb along Astarion's lower lip, punctuating the sentiment. ]