[ 'Don't tell me you've never wanted to threaten me with something sharp' — ha. If only Iorveth knew how many times Astarion had wished to brandish his dagger when Iorveth said something smug or disapproving. Those fantasies have died down now, but they've only been replaced with more intense desires.
He'd had to remove his dagger when shedding his old, dirty travel clothes. It sits on the nightstand now, and he reaches over Iorveth to grab it, fingers just barely grazing it until he can finally finagle it into his hand, unwilling to give up his advantageous position. His fingers wrap around the handle, feeling the weight of it in his palm before he lightly presses the cold, flat edge of it against the notch between Iorveth's collarbones. Gentle, testing. ]
Since you've been so terribly withholding, perhaps a little bloodletting is in order.
[ It's playacting, but it's also a question. He has no idea what the limits are; if it were him on the other end of Iorveth's blade, he'd be viscerally distressed. ]
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He'd had to remove his dagger when shedding his old, dirty travel clothes. It sits on the nightstand now, and he reaches over Iorveth to grab it, fingers just barely grazing it until he can finally finagle it into his hand, unwilling to give up his advantageous position. His fingers wrap around the handle, feeling the weight of it in his palm before he lightly presses the cold, flat edge of it against the notch between Iorveth's collarbones. Gentle, testing. ]
Since you've been so terribly withholding, perhaps a little bloodletting is in order.
[ It's playacting, but it's also a question. He has no idea what the limits are; if it were him on the other end of Iorveth's blade, he'd be viscerally distressed. ]