[ Iorveth was his first time for many things. Everything, really, at least everything that counts. His first time being so consumed with thoughts of someone that he couldn't think straight. His first time wanting to kiss someone as much as throttle them. His first time feeling like he mattered.
There are lots of 'firsts' left in his world. There's no one he'd rather experience them with than Iorveth.
He likes knowing that Iorveth feels safe with him, because he is safe with Astarion. Iorveth's well-being has somehow become more important to him than his own. Still, he picks his head up off of Iorveth's shoulder, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. ]
You weren't worried at all about having a dangerous creature of the night in your bed?
[ He sounds slightly disappointed that Iorveth wasn't intimidated, like, a little. ]
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There are lots of 'firsts' left in his world. There's no one he'd rather experience them with than Iorveth.
He likes knowing that Iorveth feels safe with him, because he is safe with Astarion. Iorveth's well-being has somehow become more important to him than his own. Still, he picks his head up off of Iorveth's shoulder, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. ]
You weren't worried at all about having a dangerous creature of the night in your bed?
[ He sounds slightly disappointed that Iorveth wasn't intimidated, like, a little. ]