[ The human isn't shaped like one of the soldiers that were going after them; a pity. Usually, Iorveth would be less enthusiastic about the murder of people that may or may not be related to their current predicament, but the sting to his pride is too fresh: if they don't kill first, that human might be yet another person that turns around and rats them out to the next bounty hunter that offers him coin.
So: ] Mm. We need the supplies. [ Easy assent. Taking advantage of their closeness, Iorveth reaches up and runs his thumb along Astarion's lower lip. ]
And you should eat, [ is his addendum. He hasn't been able to give Astarion blood in a while, and though he still dislikes the thought of Astarion putting his mouth on others (probably because he's let Astarion bite him before and after sex; the mental associations are There now), he's gotten better about understanding that it's just a meal, nothing more. ]
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So: ] Mm. We need the supplies. [ Easy assent. Taking advantage of their closeness, Iorveth reaches up and runs his thumb along Astarion's lower lip. ]
And you should eat, [ is his addendum. He hasn't been able to give Astarion blood in a while, and though he still dislikes the thought of Astarion putting his mouth on others (probably because he's let Astarion bite him before and after sex; the mental associations are There now), he's gotten better about understanding that it's just a meal, nothing more. ]