[ Astarion doesn't respond for a moment, too caught up in the feeling of Iorveth warm and alive against him, the earthy smell of him. His fingers curl in the fabric of Iorveth's clothes; if he had claws, they'd be digging in.
Then: ] You absolute idiot.
[ 'Forgive me', he says! Astarion relinquishes his tight hold, although he doesn't remove himself from Iorveth entirely, only leans back and allows his hands to slide down to latch onto Iorveth's forearms instead. He thinks he might never let go of Iorveth again. Iorveth will have to spend the rest of his life with a vampire hanging off of him. ]
It's me who should beg for forgiveness. [ And that's something he doesn't do lightly, if ever. ] You nearly died because of your proximity to me.
[ He exhales, shaky. Now that Damris is out of the picture and the immediate danger is over, it feels much more difficult to stay strong for Iorveth's sake. ]
If anything had happened to you, darling, I— [ A pause, like he didn't ever actually consider how he might finish that sentence. ] Well, I don't know. I wouldn't be able to go on.
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Then: ] You absolute idiot.
[ 'Forgive me', he says! Astarion relinquishes his tight hold, although he doesn't remove himself from Iorveth entirely, only leans back and allows his hands to slide down to latch onto Iorveth's forearms instead. He thinks he might never let go of Iorveth again. Iorveth will have to spend the rest of his life with a vampire hanging off of him. ]
It's me who should beg for forgiveness. [ And that's something he doesn't do lightly, if ever. ] You nearly died because of your proximity to me.
[ He exhales, shaky. Now that Damris is out of the picture and the immediate danger is over, it feels much more difficult to stay strong for Iorveth's sake. ]
If anything had happened to you, darling, I— [ A pause, like he didn't ever actually consider how he might finish that sentence. ] Well, I don't know. I wouldn't be able to go on.