[ No good, very bad. Iorveth sways on his feet, hand darting sideways to grab a bookshelf for balance; the overwhelming need to close his eye persists, even despite him trying to push through it. A lurch, a lunge, and he misses his next attack entirely, earning him another cackle from the hag.
"Sleep, sleep, dearie! Wasn't it unfair of you to trance so soundly while your little dove tossed and turned?"
Spider-thin fingers dig into Astarion's neck one more time, before she tosses him bodily aside. A wild predator enjoying the process of playing with its food.
"You wanted forever with your sweetheart, hmm? How about forever in your poor little dear's nightmares?" Her laugh is like metal scraping together, shrill and grating. "Oh, he's been through such horrible things― Granny saw so much of them the past few nights. You can see them for eternity!"
Iorveth's blood runs cold; not fear, but rage. The fucking gall of this wretched creature to look at something Astarion wants no one to see, and the fucking audacity of her to try to weaponize it. He growls, low and through clenched teeth, and lurches forward again, aiming for a clean cut across her sagging throat. ]
Don't speak, [ is a threatening hiss, though his balance is still off― he knows he won't hit, but this might give Astarion some time to scurry away. ]
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"Sleep, sleep, dearie! Wasn't it unfair of you to trance so soundly while your little dove tossed and turned?"
Spider-thin fingers dig into Astarion's neck one more time, before she tosses him bodily aside. A wild predator enjoying the process of playing with its food.
"You wanted forever with your sweetheart, hmm? How about forever in your poor little dear's nightmares?" Her laugh is like metal scraping together, shrill and grating. "Oh, he's been through such horrible things― Granny saw so much of them the past few nights. You can see them for eternity!"
Iorveth's blood runs cold; not fear, but rage. The fucking gall of this wretched creature to look at something Astarion wants no one to see, and the fucking audacity of her to try to weaponize it. He growls, low and through clenched teeth, and lurches forward again, aiming for a clean cut across her sagging throat. ]
Don't speak, [ is a threatening hiss, though his balance is still off― he knows he won't hit, but this might give Astarion some time to scurry away. ]