[ All of that consternation, and now that he's incapacitated, Damris might as well not even exist anymore. He falls to the floor with a thump, and Astarion simply tosses the bottle of poison aside before turning and immediately making his way toward Iorveth to throw his arms around him. Weak though his arms may be, they squeeze tight, almost too tight, like he's afraid of Iorveth wriggling out of his grasp.
He presses his face into the crook of Iorveth's shoulder, openly pathetic. Only with Iorveth, only for Iorveth. He can still feel the cold shiver of fear coursing through his veins even now. He'd been terrified for Iorveth, still is. Who else in the world could ever make him worry so much? ]
Are you all right? [ comes out muffled against Iorveth's shoulder. ]
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He presses his face into the crook of Iorveth's shoulder, openly pathetic. Only with Iorveth, only for Iorveth. He can still feel the cold shiver of fear coursing through his veins even now. He'd been terrified for Iorveth, still is. Who else in the world could ever make him worry so much? ]
Are you all right? [ comes out muffled against Iorveth's shoulder. ]