essea: (21.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-06-04 02:04 am (UTC)

[ This isn't even entirely scandalous to Iorveth, whose communalist upbringing (as brief as it'd been, before being subsumed by conflict) has acclimated him to the general idea of sharing and empathetic living; it just seems scandalous for him, a man who has promised to be a blade for his community instead of a member of it.

Opening his mouth to be fed isn't exactly 'dangerous terrorist to be feared' behavior. He does it anyway, safe in the knowledge that Astarion won't judge him for it, and confident that, if anyone in this tavern laughs at him (them) in a cruel or malicious way, he can still kill them without trying very hard at all.

His lips close over the fork, and he takes the offered bite.
]

And yet here you are, [ he says through the mouthful, ] encouraging it.

[ Astarion could simply say no, and make it known to Iorveth that he doesn't find these things pleasant or appropriate; Iorveth would stop in a heartbeat. But there hasn't been pushback yet, and Iorveth waits until he swallows that bit of cake to press his sugar-stained lips against Astarion's, sharing the dessert without actually sharing it (he's not sure if food violently disagrees with Astarion's undead physiology). ]

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