[ Still a little dazed, a little distant, coming down from the flood of emotions. It's always intense and overwhelming, but especially now; pleasure, affection, but a little anxiety, too. Every time, he's always afraid that this time will be the time that makes Iorveth see him differently. Used up, good for nothing else. He winds his arms around Iorveth, holding him there against his body, grip snug like he's worried Iorveth is going to go somewhere. ]
I thought you were saying something dirtier.
[ He could have been reciting Waterdeep's Code Legal and Astarion wouldn't have known. Perhaps his next goal will be to learn the language. He'll have to know it eventually, if Iorveth is going to take him north. It'll irritate him too much if everyone is having conversations he can't participate in.
As for 'sweet', though, the very idea is laughable. If Iorveth wanted sweet, he should have gone for Wyll, Karlach, Gale. Hells, even Halsin can be sweet in his own annoying way. Astarion, though-- Astarion just bit, scratched, and kicked Iorveth like a rabid alley cat. He looks like he was attacked. Astarion runs a cool palm across Iorveth's back, soothing the roughened, raw skin there. It's pleasant to some primal part of his brain--'I want to make my mark on you', he'd said--but that's the same part of his brain that hisses at the idea of ever actually hurting Iorveth. ]
Heal yourself.
[ He would do it himself, if only he had the ability. Unfortunately, his skills lie more in the 'killing' department. ]
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[ Still a little dazed, a little distant, coming down from the flood of emotions. It's always intense and overwhelming, but especially now; pleasure, affection, but a little anxiety, too. Every time, he's always afraid that this time will be the time that makes Iorveth see him differently. Used up, good for nothing else. He winds his arms around Iorveth, holding him there against his body, grip snug like he's worried Iorveth is going to go somewhere. ]
I thought you were saying something dirtier.
[ He could have been reciting Waterdeep's Code Legal and Astarion wouldn't have known. Perhaps his next goal will be to learn the language. He'll have to know it eventually, if Iorveth is going to take him north. It'll irritate him too much if everyone is having conversations he can't participate in.
As for 'sweet', though, the very idea is laughable. If Iorveth wanted sweet, he should have gone for Wyll, Karlach, Gale. Hells, even Halsin can be sweet in his own annoying way. Astarion, though-- Astarion just bit, scratched, and kicked Iorveth like a rabid alley cat. He looks like he was attacked. Astarion runs a cool palm across Iorveth's back, soothing the roughened, raw skin there. It's pleasant to some primal part of his brain--'I want to make my mark on you', he'd said--but that's the same part of his brain that hisses at the idea of ever actually hurting Iorveth. ]
Heal yourself.
[ He would do it himself, if only he had the ability. Unfortunately, his skills lie more in the 'killing' department. ]