[ It's a tinny voice that calls to all of Astarion's fears: "he'll hurt you, they'll all hurt you, they don't care about you." And, underneath it all, a slight suggestion that someone can help make it all better, if Astarion brings her gifts.
Something that they might have been able to nullify with a tadpole, but Iorveth remains blissfully unaware until they wake― the only thing amiss is that, at some point, Astarion moved away from him. He makes a vague sound in the back of his throat and rolls onto his side, instinctively starting to come back to the present once he senses that the body near him is stirring. ]
'starion, [ he murmurs, warm and lazy until his brain starts to register the sweat-slicked desperation of Astarion's seeking. Eye snapping open, Iorveth immediately pulls closer, the beginnings of a frown starting to form when he sees the distance between them on the (unnecessarily) oversized bed. ]
―Astarion, [ he repeats, clearer this time, and nests next to Astarion to stroke sweat-mussed bangs from furrowed brows. ]
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Something that they might have been able to nullify with a tadpole, but Iorveth remains blissfully unaware until they wake― the only thing amiss is that, at some point, Astarion moved away from him. He makes a vague sound in the back of his throat and rolls onto his side, instinctively starting to come back to the present once he senses that the body near him is stirring. ]
'starion, [ he murmurs, warm and lazy until his brain starts to register the sweat-slicked desperation of Astarion's seeking. Eye snapping open, Iorveth immediately pulls closer, the beginnings of a frown starting to form when he sees the distance between them on the (unnecessarily) oversized bed. ]
―Astarion, [ he repeats, clearer this time, and nests next to Astarion to stroke sweat-mussed bangs from furrowed brows. ]