[ There's going to be a portal opening to Athkatla tonight. Would be a disaster if Iorveth decided to step into it.
But for now, it's all about watching the morning sun climb higher towards its zenith, and about watching Astarion not be fried under it. Iorveth shifts on the couch, still careful not to knock knees or move Astarion overmuch, but with very little intention of creating distance. ]
Hm. I'd not let myself do anything that would harm you. [ Honestly, it was harrowing hearing Astarion scream; the most alarmed he'd been the entire night, hag encounter and all. ] But wanting you is free.
[ Astarion might not believe in delayed gratification, but Iorveth is fine with torturing himself a little. He'd never tell Astarion, but he likes pining for him a bit. ]
Gods, I want you, [ is a sigh-laugh. An itch under his skin that he won't let himself scratch. Nuzzling into Astarion's hair (carefully, so as not to let the cloak slip), he kisses the tip of a pointed ear, uncaring of the fisherman on a nearby gondola who may or may not be watching. ]
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But for now, it's all about watching the morning sun climb higher towards its zenith, and about watching Astarion not be fried under it. Iorveth shifts on the couch, still careful not to knock knees or move Astarion overmuch, but with very little intention of creating distance. ]
Hm. I'd not let myself do anything that would harm you. [ Honestly, it was harrowing hearing Astarion scream; the most alarmed he'd been the entire night, hag encounter and all. ] But wanting you is free.
[ Astarion might not believe in delayed gratification, but Iorveth is fine with torturing himself a little. He'd never tell Astarion, but he likes pining for him a bit. ]
Gods, I want you, [ is a sigh-laugh. An itch under his skin that he won't let himself scratch. Nuzzling into Astarion's hair (carefully, so as not to let the cloak slip), he kisses the tip of a pointed ear, uncaring of the fisherman on a nearby gondola who may or may not be watching. ]