[ Vampires look lovely in moonlight with their pale skin and red eyes, but Iorveth still recalls how beautiful Astarion'd looked with his silver hair catching the gold glow of midday sun. He deserves that again, Iorveth thinks, and reaches sideways to pull Gale's obscenely soft blankets over their bodies. ]
If you want me to throw a few punches in a tavern to earn you some coin, [ he murmurs, ] I'll consider it.
[ "Acting a fool", Iorveth'd said of things like this once. His opinion hasn't changed― it is foolish to engage in tavern brawls for a lark― but it's also nice, doing things that make someone important to him happy.
His single eye shutters. It's a luxury, still, to feel the weighted assurance of Astarion's presence against his body while he rests. The stillsame sense of being anchored, even when his trancing mind threatens to pull him into unpleasant directions. Like the first night he'd ever spent with Astarion, he focuses on the comfortable reality of the body near him; his meditation becomes peaceful and unburdened, but poor Astarion will have to contend with Iorveth's arms wrapped around him, unwilling to let go without some coaxing. ]
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If you want me to throw a few punches in a tavern to earn you some coin, [ he murmurs, ] I'll consider it.
[ "Acting a fool", Iorveth'd said of things like this once. His opinion hasn't changed― it is foolish to engage in tavern brawls for a lark― but it's also nice, doing things that make someone important to him happy.
His single eye shutters. It's a luxury, still, to feel the weighted assurance of Astarion's presence against his body while he rests. The stillsame sense of being anchored, even when his trancing mind threatens to pull him into unpleasant directions. Like the first night he'd ever spent with Astarion, he focuses on the comfortable reality of the body near him; his meditation becomes peaceful and unburdened, but poor Astarion will have to contend with Iorveth's arms wrapped around him, unwilling to let go without some coaxing. ]