[ A small measure of relief floods through Iorveth when Astarion bridges the gap and presses their palms together, a warmth that smooths over some of the jaggedness that came with answering personal questions about someone who's still ostensibly figuring things out.
Novel, to care so much about someone else's comfort. Or, well. To spare a non-Seidhe's feelings. He wouldn't have thought twice about hanging Astarion out to dry three tendays ago, but after seeing him scream with the entire breadth of his soul in an underground tomb of his former tormentor's making－
－things change. Iorveth softens, lowering the first few layer of his stubborn emotional walls. ]
Because you've allowed it. [ Bringing their held hands up, pressing his lips to the back of Astarion's. ] A foolish move, on your part.
[ Iorveth likes to know, and to know as much as he can. He lowers their hands again, looking over and behind Astarion's shoulder at the now-silent dryad, her expression pinched inwards just slightly in a sign of contemplation. Trying to make a verdict, which eventually boils down to:
"A strange bond binds the two of you. As fragile as it is powerful, as contentious as it is unshakeable. At odds, but in harmony."
Iorveth wrinkles his nose at the assessment. ] All that, and you call us "strange".
[ Rude, honestly. They didn't need to tightrope-walk across a log for her to come to this conclusion. ]
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Novel, to care so much about someone else's comfort. Or, well. To spare a non-Seidhe's feelings. He wouldn't have thought twice about hanging Astarion out to dry three tendays ago, but after seeing him scream with the entire breadth of his soul in an underground tomb of his former tormentor's making－
－things change. Iorveth softens, lowering the first few layer of his stubborn emotional walls. ]
Because you've allowed it. [ Bringing their held hands up, pressing his lips to the back of Astarion's. ] A foolish move, on your part.
[ Iorveth likes to know, and to know as much as he can. He lowers their hands again, looking over and behind Astarion's shoulder at the now-silent dryad, her expression pinched inwards just slightly in a sign of contemplation. Trying to make a verdict, which eventually boils down to:
"A strange bond binds the two of you. As fragile as it is powerful, as contentious as it is unshakeable. At odds, but in harmony."
Iorveth wrinkles his nose at the assessment. ] All that, and you call us "strange".
[ Rude, honestly. They didn't need to tightrope-walk across a log for her to come to this conclusion. ]