[ His head is still spinning, clarity still foggy from poor rest and his current uneven breathing. Lack of oxygen to the brain, Iorveth notes with clinical detachment, but finds he can't do anything to immediately correct himself.
What is the look on his face? Panic? Fear? Something he doesn't want Astarion to see, probably. He can't hear Astarion's voice over the roar of his own pulse in his ears, but he registers that reluctant opening of red eyes and the annoyed shift under his too-tight grip.
Alive, Iorveth tells himself. (For a given value of alive, but still.) Alive. Alive.
He shakes his head. "It's fine," he tries to say, but it only comes out as a short exhale, a vague sound that gets caught in the back of his throat. Fuck. All that tightly-kept self-control, scattered by one bad encounter and a night of bad rest. Love has made him soft, apparently― he tries to inhale to middling results, and shakes his head again as his grip slides down to Astarion's sleeve. ]
Nothing, [ he manages, finally. ] A dream.
[ A not-so-subtle tremor, like aftershocks of an earthquake. Iorveth shakes his head again, a third time, and scoots backwards in their small space. ]
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What is the look on his face? Panic? Fear? Something he doesn't want Astarion to see, probably. He can't hear Astarion's voice over the roar of his own pulse in his ears, but he registers that reluctant opening of red eyes and the annoyed shift under his too-tight grip.
Alive, Iorveth tells himself. (For a given value of alive, but still.) Alive. Alive.
He shakes his head. "It's fine," he tries to say, but it only comes out as a short exhale, a vague sound that gets caught in the back of his throat. Fuck. All that tightly-kept self-control, scattered by one bad encounter and a night of bad rest. Love has made him soft, apparently― he tries to inhale to middling results, and shakes his head again as his grip slides down to Astarion's sleeve. ]
Nothing, [ he manages, finally. ] A dream.
[ A not-so-subtle tremor, like aftershocks of an earthquake. Iorveth shakes his head again, a third time, and scoots backwards in their small space. ]