[ The vampire doth protest too much, but the wood elf is being embarrassing. Uncharacteristic in his softness, on-brand in his obstinacy. He holds Astarion and tucks his face into silver hair for a few lingering seconds, mulling over that accusation. Soft. ]
I've never had reason to be soft. [ Truly. He knows that Astarion knows it; their respective pasts are vastly different, but he thinks that Astarion is the only one of the bunch who comes close to understanding what it means to be forced to be sharp by circumstance. ] Until now.
[ Funny, how he'd struggled to remind himself to use a softer touch before. Arms still looped around Astarion's waist, Iorveth draws his shoulders back to give his partner a little more wiggle room. ]
I'll use it sparingly, if it annoys you so much. [ Airily, but with a hint of a laugh underneath. ]
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I've never had reason to be soft. [ Truly. He knows that Astarion knows it; their respective pasts are vastly different, but he thinks that Astarion is the only one of the bunch who comes close to understanding what it means to be forced to be sharp by circumstance. ] Until now.
[ Funny, how he'd struggled to remind himself to use a softer touch before. Arms still looped around Astarion's waist, Iorveth draws his shoulders back to give his partner a little more wiggle room. ]
I'll use it sparingly, if it annoys you so much. [ Airily, but with a hint of a laugh underneath. ]