[ Iorveth rolls his eye－ having a few decades on him is hardly robbing a cradle－ but lizard hindbrain says that it feels incredibly nice to have Astarion pressed up against him, his usually cool body made slightly warm under all this sun. Creature comforts.
Shifting under Astarion, leaning against the back of the wooden couch taking up most of the patio space, Iorveth raises a brow. ]
I would. [ To answer Astarion's question. Blunt candor, as usual. ] But that isn't the issue, foolish cat.
[ The actual, real issue is: ] You may have noticed, [ Iorveth says, flatly, ] that I rarely let things go.
[ Offenses? Repaid in blood. Wars? Perpetual. He'll fight until he dies. Grudges? Kept. Instances of his heart having been broken? Remembered, even if it would be easier to forget. ]
It's forever with me, or you break me irreparably. [ Which is an absolutely bugfuck nuts thing to say, and Iorveth knows it. He doesn't look proud to be announcing this. ] I don't wish you to have that loom heavy on you.
[ "Hey, I actually kind of love you in a deranged way, and if you decide after 500 years that you actually don't love this arrangement, I want you to know that you would fuck me up literally forever and I might just choose to die if that happens. Is that ok?," is not the kind of decision that anyone would want someone they love to make. Alas, ]
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Shifting under Astarion, leaning against the back of the wooden couch taking up most of the patio space, Iorveth raises a brow. ]
I would. [ To answer Astarion's question. Blunt candor, as usual. ] But that isn't the issue, foolish cat.
[ The actual, real issue is: ] You may have noticed, [ Iorveth says, flatly, ] that I rarely let things go.
[ Offenses? Repaid in blood. Wars? Perpetual. He'll fight until he dies. Grudges? Kept. Instances of his heart having been broken? Remembered, even if it would be easier to forget. ]
It's forever with me, or you break me irreparably. [ Which is an absolutely bugfuck nuts thing to say, and Iorveth knows it. He doesn't look proud to be announcing this. ] I don't wish you to have that loom heavy on you.
[ "Hey, I actually kind of love you in a deranged way, and if you decide after 500 years that you actually don't love this arrangement, I want you to know that you would fuck me up literally forever and I might just choose to die if that happens. Is that ok?," is not the kind of decision that anyone would want someone they love to make. Alas, ]