[ At the end of the day, Astarion is weak for Iorveth. Having him near provokes an unconscious reaction, and he brushes their noses together without even thinking to. His body can't stand being close to anyone, but it wants to be close to Iorveth. Special, Astarion had called him; such a common word hardly seems to hold enough weight for what Iorveth is to him. He's a key, one that unlocked so many feelings and experiences that he thought were forever forbidden to him.
Despite Iorveth's gravitational pull tugging him closer, that last comment makes him pull away, if only by an inch. He can't properly think if his mind is filled with thoughts of closing any distance left between their mouths. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd think you want me to run screaming.
[ It's a constant push-pull with him. Iorveth wants to be asked to stay, yet he seems determined to tell Astarion to go. ]
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Despite Iorveth's gravitational pull tugging him closer, that last comment makes him pull away, if only by an inch. He can't properly think if his mind is filled with thoughts of closing any distance left between their mouths. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd think you want me to run screaming.
[ It's a constant push-pull with him. Iorveth wants to be asked to stay, yet he seems determined to tell Astarion to go. ]