[ More new insight to add to the pile. Lifting his hand from Astarion's hair to hold hands with him, Iorveth lets his mind wander backwards in time again to their first encounter with Astarion by the ravaged beach. ]
For what it's worth, you didn't come across as such.
[ A ravenous creature looking for necks to bite, Iorveth means. Especially not his own. ]
Your nonchalance seemed feigned, but― [ Hm. He gestures with one hand, a physical manifestation of what his mind is trying to do, which is clearing the fog of what feels like distant memories. ] ―What I felt from you was detachment, not the intent to do harm.
[ Thus, Iorveth's past (and fairly constant) accusation that Astarion took nothing seriously. He was less worried about having fangs in his throat and more worried about Astarion dipping out or doing something stupid at the eleventh hour. ] Then again, even after finding out that you were a vampire, I assumed my neck was the last one you'd want to bite.
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For what it's worth, you didn't come across as such.
[ A ravenous creature looking for necks to bite, Iorveth means. Especially not his own. ]
Your nonchalance seemed feigned, but― [ Hm. He gestures with one hand, a physical manifestation of what his mind is trying to do, which is clearing the fog of what feels like distant memories. ] ―What I felt from you was detachment, not the intent to do harm.
[ Thus, Iorveth's past (and fairly constant) accusation that Astarion took nothing seriously. He was less worried about having fangs in his throat and more worried about Astarion dipping out or doing something stupid at the eleventh hour. ] Then again, even after finding out that you were a vampire, I assumed my neck was the last one you'd want to bite.