[ Iorveth relents when Astarion demands to see again, but doesn't retract completely: it presses itself against Astarion's now slightly-pink cheek, distracting himself from his own warmth, because―
―Gods, he shouldn't be encouraged to love someone more. Every word out of Astarion's mouth makes Iorveth want to pick him up and carry him to bed and keep him wrapped in his arms, seen and heard and tended to and indulged. ]
―There will be other gifts. [ Iorveth finally manages, breaking through the wall of his cute-aggression-possessiveness to point out the sensible truth (?) that life will open itself up to Astarion again. Case in point: tonight, where Astarion went to an opera with a dear friend and hopefully enjoyed himself without Iorveth hovering like a feral animal.
But with that said, he cranes forward for a soft but proper kiss. Astarion's vulnerability shouldn't be swept aside, and he savors the taste of it on his tongue before relenting for a breath. ]
...My beautiful, powerful, day-walking vampire. [ An exhale, bordering on a half-laugh. Bemused, amused. Iorveth thumbs along Astarion's jaw, and kisses him briefly again. ] Look how you've tamed the sun.
[ "I'm yours", essentially. A thing Iorveth would never have thought to say before Astarion came and turned his entire world upside down. ]
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―Gods, he shouldn't be encouraged to love someone more. Every word out of Astarion's mouth makes Iorveth want to pick him up and carry him to bed and keep him wrapped in his arms, seen and heard and tended to and indulged. ]
―There will be other gifts. [ Iorveth finally manages, breaking through the wall of his cute-aggression-possessiveness to point out the sensible truth (?) that life will open itself up to Astarion again. Case in point: tonight, where Astarion went to an opera with a dear friend and hopefully enjoyed himself without Iorveth hovering like a feral animal.
But with that said, he cranes forward for a soft but proper kiss. Astarion's vulnerability shouldn't be swept aside, and he savors the taste of it on his tongue before relenting for a breath. ]
...My beautiful, powerful, day-walking vampire. [ An exhale, bordering on a half-laugh. Bemused, amused. Iorveth thumbs along Astarion's jaw, and kisses him briefly again. ] Look how you've tamed the sun.
[ "I'm yours", essentially. A thing Iorveth would never have thought to say before Astarion came and turned his entire world upside down. ]