[ It feels strange, looking in on this private memory. Almost like he's walked into a room without knocking and seen someone with their clothes off. Iorveth's face in the memory is without flaw, the beautiful features common to elvenkind on full display. He's gorgeous, of course, in that wood elf sort of way. Long, shiny hair, that same strong nose, lips lacking their signature scowl.
He wonders what it's like to remember before so vividly. A blessing and a curse, he supposes. If he had memories of his face before growing fangs and vampiric red eyes, he'd do nothing but reminisce. Does Iorveth feel resentment at the innocent person he used to be before someone hurt him, he wonders? Jealousy? Or does he only feel grief?
The other flashes of memory make him smile, chest glowing with warm fondness at the borrowed sense-memory of soft hair and happiness. He runs his own fingers over Iorveth's hair for a change, smoothing it away and out of his face. ]
What a handsome boy, [ he coos, complimentary. He won't lie and say Iorveth wasn't good-looking. ] But I like the handsome man before me.
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He wonders what it's like to remember before so vividly. A blessing and a curse, he supposes. If he had memories of his face before growing fangs and vampiric red eyes, he'd do nothing but reminisce. Does Iorveth feel resentment at the innocent person he used to be before someone hurt him, he wonders? Jealousy? Or does he only feel grief?
The other flashes of memory make him smile, chest glowing with warm fondness at the borrowed sense-memory of soft hair and happiness. He runs his own fingers over Iorveth's hair for a change, smoothing it away and out of his face. ]
What a handsome boy, [ he coos, complimentary. He won't lie and say Iorveth wasn't good-looking. ] But I like the handsome man before me.