[ Oh, this is bad. Somehow, erroneously, Iorveth had assumed that the promise of safety might appease Astarion somewhat, and that the prospect of having people to guarantee his wellbeing might lessen the blow of Iorveth's passing; not so, apparently. A first, by all metrics. As someone who has also endured atrocity, Iorveth doesn't take the value of security lightly.
So, again: this is bad. Iorveth watches Astarion curl further into their blankets and feels his heart do two diametrically opposing things: compact into a painfully tight ball while expanding ten sizes in his chest. It's the sort of feeling of love that hurts, the kind that tightens the back of his throat and makes him feel short on air. ]
If only I could, [ he finally says, running his fingertips over Astarion's cheek. ] I would never let loneliness touch you again.
[ Astarion deserves to be happy, to be blessed with companionship, to be able to share his time with others. Iorveth would do anything to make sure that Astarion is happy until the world collapses on itself, but he's just an elf.
(Somewhere in Athkatla, a cadre of hags and cambions sit bolt upright, sensing the existence of two dumb elves who might be persuaded into doing something very stupid in exchange for alluring promises. Hm.) ]
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So, again: this is bad. Iorveth watches Astarion curl further into their blankets and feels his heart do two diametrically opposing things: compact into a painfully tight ball while expanding ten sizes in his chest. It's the sort of feeling of love that hurts, the kind that tightens the back of his throat and makes him feel short on air. ]
If only I could, [ he finally says, running his fingertips over Astarion's cheek. ] I would never let loneliness touch you again.
[ Astarion deserves to be happy, to be blessed with companionship, to be able to share his time with others. Iorveth would do anything to make sure that Astarion is happy until the world collapses on itself, but he's just an elf.
(Somewhere in Athkatla, a cadre of hags and cambions sit bolt upright, sensing the existence of two dumb elves who might be persuaded into doing something very stupid in exchange for alluring promises. Hm.) ]