[ Ah. Another concession: maybe he didn't phrase that as gently as he could have. Iorveth waits while Astarion boils in his discomfort for a few seconds, and sighs under his breath at the response that he gets. He's fairly certain that, if he leans, he'll bump up against the psychic walls that Astarion's thrown up in record time. ]
Foolish cat. [ Mean. Same old Iorveth, but not really. Line that up with the "foolish vampire" that he used to say to Astarion pre-regicide, and they would be nothing alike in terms of tone or severity. ] I've starved you, harmed you, and made you feel small, all because of my asking you to come north with me.
[ An uncharitable read on their journey thus far, but it also isn't untrue. Astarion has followed Iorveth all the way here, relatively unquestioningly, which has not been particularly advantageous or healthy for him, in Iorveth's unprofessional opinion. ]
Tell me what you want, now. [ Sternly, resolutely. ] You're not some pretty thing I keep to serve me in the bedroom. You're worth more than that. Your wants hold weight.
no subject
Foolish cat. [ Mean. Same old Iorveth, but not really. Line that up with the "foolish vampire" that he used to say to Astarion pre-regicide, and they would be nothing alike in terms of tone or severity. ] I've starved you, harmed you, and made you feel small, all because of my asking you to come north with me.
[ An uncharitable read on their journey thus far, but it also isn't untrue. Astarion has followed Iorveth all the way here, relatively unquestioningly, which has not been particularly advantageous or healthy for him, in Iorveth's unprofessional opinion. ]
Tell me what you want, now. [ Sternly, resolutely. ] You're not some pretty thing I keep to serve me in the bedroom. You're worth more than that. Your wants hold weight.