[ Oh, Iorveth. Beholden to the feelings of someone who feels bad when the wind blows wrong. How the mighty have fallen.
He nuzzles into the warmth of Iorveth's embrace, the sort of humiliating vulnerability that he'd be willing to kill to hide if the witness were anyone but Iorveth. So strange, feeling as if he can show his soft underbelly to someone without fear that they'll stick a knife in his gut. He'll hurt you in a foreign voice still rings in his head, but it seems so very farfetched. Iorveth is the only person in the world that he can trust not to hurt him.
Except-- Iorveth could still hurt him, if only unintentionally. If anything were to happen to him, it would hurt him far worse than any other person ever could. ]
And let you take on a vampire lord by your lonesome? I wouldn't be able to trance at all.
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He nuzzles into the warmth of Iorveth's embrace, the sort of humiliating vulnerability that he'd be willing to kill to hide if the witness were anyone but Iorveth. So strange, feeling as if he can show his soft underbelly to someone without fear that they'll stick a knife in his gut. He'll hurt you in a foreign voice still rings in his head, but it seems so very farfetched. Iorveth is the only person in the world that he can trust not to hurt him.
Except-- Iorveth could still hurt him, if only unintentionally. If anything were to happen to him, it would hurt him far worse than any other person ever could. ]
And let you take on a vampire lord by your lonesome? I wouldn't be able to trance at all.