[ "I want to be where you are". Such a small thing that winds up being the center of Iorveth's world: it turns out that a man faced with the threat of his clan's very possible extinction wants nothing more than something, someone to return to.

Astarion is doing a very poor job of making Iorveth less devoted to him, at any rate. Hyacinth has betrayed Iorveth as well by not throwing them out immediately once they started being disgusting, so she can bear the brunt of Iorveth's ire later. If only she'd been a more responsible tavern owner, Iorveth might have stopped himself from becoming more deranged!!!! She should have thought about that before giving him more wine!!!!!!

Iorveth has upgraded from drawing small cartoon hearts around Astarion's head to drawing one big heart around the entirety of him. He traces over that same heart again and again, the outline getting thicker and stronger every time Astarion does something that Iorveth thinks is endearing; this should be Astarion's cue to run the fuck away, and yet. ]

I ask, because I'd felt monstrous for asking. [ A bit of honesty, here. ] But I think of what it would have been like had I let you go, and the thought burns me.

[ It's fucking unbearable. It was probably a little less so back then, but it's like a knife between his ribs now. ]