essea: (42.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-05-23 02:31 am (UTC)

[ Iorveth doesn't know about 'sweet'. 'Vigilant', maybe. 'Paranoid', definitely. Astarion has had two centuries of unspeakable torture inflicted upon him, and Iorveth has had more than a century to grit his teeth into stumps about tragedy and irrational cruelty: the only thing Iorveth fears in this entire world isn't his own end, but the end of the things he cares about.

So, here he is- trying to fight for someone's peace of mind with the entire breadth of his very limited but very unhinged strength. He doesn't close his eye when Astarion closes his, remaining awake long after Astarion drifts, determined to stay awake despite his exhaustion to be aware of even the fleeting possibility of nightmares on the horizon.

(Meanwhile from the ethereal plane: a hag, attempting, with variable success, to reach out to at least one of her two potential victims on the material plane. Appealing to the worst of her target's fears, while being, perhaps, a little disappointed that neither of the elves have a vampire lord's hand in tow.

It's very annoying to her that one of her targets isn't trancing, but whatever. Maybe the white-haired one will wind up in her soul bag soon, a pretty little trophy that she can toy with when she gets bored.)
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