[ Iorveth shifts on his portion of the ledge, reaching to haul Astarion's legs up over his knees and turn him sideways, curled and tilted against Iorveth's chest. One arm loops around Astarion's waist, but leaves enough room for him to wriggle away if the position disagrees with him.
A soft touch, for a bittersweet confession. The fact of the matter is that Astarion would have still been left in shackles if not for the Illithid abduction; he might even have been dead by now, consumed by the ritual that they'd interrupted only a handful of hours ago. No one was ever going to come to whisk Astarion away, and the thought of that turns Iorveth's stomach, makes him feel more protective than he has any right feeling.
The world is so senseless. It allows elves to die by the hundreds, and for people like Astarion to suffer needlessly for centuries. It makes him so virulently angry, so acerbic, that sometimes that he thinks he'll turn to ash from all the rage he carries in his heart.
Speaking of anger, though. It segues nicely into what he desires, which he relays with quiet conviction. ]
The death of my enemies. Peace for my people. [ Obviously. The addendum is what's new. ] And your happiness, by whatever means necessary.
[ A dangerous promise, delivered by a very dangerous elf. ]
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A soft touch, for a bittersweet confession. The fact of the matter is that Astarion would have still been left in shackles if not for the Illithid abduction; he might even have been dead by now, consumed by the ritual that they'd interrupted only a handful of hours ago. No one was ever going to come to whisk Astarion away, and the thought of that turns Iorveth's stomach, makes him feel more protective than he has any right feeling.
The world is so senseless. It allows elves to die by the hundreds, and for people like Astarion to suffer needlessly for centuries. It makes him so virulently angry, so acerbic, that sometimes that he thinks he'll turn to ash from all the rage he carries in his heart.
Speaking of anger, though. It segues nicely into what he desires, which he relays with quiet conviction. ]
The death of my enemies. Peace for my people. [ Obviously. The addendum is what's new. ] And your happiness, by whatever means necessary.
[ A dangerous promise, delivered by a very dangerous elf. ]