[ Look at Iorveth, constantly finding Astarion questionable and choosing to love him anyway. Sweet! And unwise. But sweet all the same.
He winds his arms around Iorveth and pulls him close, chest to chest so that he can feel Iorveth's breath against him as a reminder that he is, in fact, still alive. Without it, he fears nightmares again, albeit of a different kind than the day prior. This night has already been a waking nightmare in so many ways.
As gentle as he's been trying to be, his embrace is a little restrictive, a loving straitjacket. It isn't that he thinks Iorveth will really get up and leave, but... just in case. ]
So sweet, [ he murmurs, eyes closing and forehead bumping against Iorveth's. ] You'll rot my teeth.
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He winds his arms around Iorveth and pulls him close, chest to chest so that he can feel Iorveth's breath against him as a reminder that he is, in fact, still alive. Without it, he fears nightmares again, albeit of a different kind than the day prior. This night has already been a waking nightmare in so many ways.
As gentle as he's been trying to be, his embrace is a little restrictive, a loving straitjacket. It isn't that he thinks Iorveth will really get up and leave, but... just in case. ]
So sweet, [ he murmurs, eyes closing and forehead bumping against Iorveth's. ] You'll rot my teeth.