[ Very rude of Iorveth. Astarion hasn't been punched in the face in so long! Unfortunately, he isn't able to become indignant about it, because he's too busy pressing his cheek into Iorveth's warm palm, charmed by the affection. Astarion has sharp claws, but at the end of the day, all he wants is to be petted gently by his favorite person. ]
Oh, are you going to protect me?
[ He turns his head, nuzzling into Iorveth's palm and kissing down his life line. Iorveth has created a monster, he thinks, one that's filled with embarrassingly warm and fuzzy feelings and can't stop himself from taking them out on every inch of Iorveth. ]
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Oh, are you going to protect me?
[ He turns his head, nuzzling into Iorveth's palm and kissing down his life line. Iorveth has created a monster, he thinks, one that's filled with embarrassingly warm and fuzzy feelings and can't stop himself from taking them out on every inch of Iorveth. ]
My hero.