[ More melting. Iorveth turns into a pliant mess of limbs under Astarion's gentle ministrations, unfurled and draped over his partner's body like an elf-shaped blanket. Long arms keep Astarion in a light hold, relaxed. ]
You play it better than you realize. [ Murmured, warm. ] I trust you, completely.
[ All those times that Astarion could have and should have run. Iorveth thinks back to the first time, to the head-spinning shock of Astarion standing his ground and the spike of genuine fear he'd felt when he heard something dull hit the back of Astarion's head.
Maybe that's the moment he fell irrevocably in love. In very strong like, at least. He cradles Astarion closer, and closes his eye. ]
Stay with me, [ he says softly, almost like an impulse before he has to relinquish consciousness. ]
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You play it better than you realize. [ Murmured, warm. ] I trust you, completely.
[ All those times that Astarion could have and should have run. Iorveth thinks back to the first time, to the head-spinning shock of Astarion standing his ground and the spike of genuine fear he'd felt when he heard something dull hit the back of Astarion's head.
Maybe that's the moment he fell irrevocably in love. In very strong like, at least. He cradles Astarion closer, and closes his eye. ]
Stay with me, [ he says softly, almost like an impulse before he has to relinquish consciousness. ]