[ Embroidering will potentially end up like this, and the real victim will be Dolores for having some asshole ruin her perfectly-tailored shirt. Still, Iorveth adds the needlework to his to-do list anyway, because he might as well commit to the Clown in Love title.
Astarion scrapes his pointy fangs over thin skin, and Iorveth renews his hatred for the hag, and his tangential dislike of Reginald (unfair, and Iorveth knows it), for leaving Astarion in pain. If not for that leg, Iorveth would be fully tangled and cuddled in for this, and not being able to do so is far more agonizing than he anticipated. ]
Your favored vintage. [ A half-quirk of his lips, as he drums his fingers lightly across Astarion's temple. ] Say so enough, and you really will make me a jealous man.
[ Again, Iorveth academically knows that Astarion should eat. In recent memory, he recalls that Damris had asked to sample his blood, and he also knows with one hundred percent certainty that that request had everything to do with dispassionate curiosity and nothing to do with attraction.
And yet. Iorveth glances down at Astarion and his pretty mouth, and still hates the thought of it on someone else. An absurd thing to think, since most people do not want to get bitten by a godsdamned vampire. ]
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Astarion scrapes his pointy fangs over thin skin, and Iorveth renews his hatred for the hag, and his tangential dislike of Reginald (unfair, and Iorveth knows it), for leaving Astarion in pain. If not for that leg, Iorveth would be fully tangled and cuddled in for this, and not being able to do so is far more agonizing than he anticipated. ]
Your favored vintage. [ A half-quirk of his lips, as he drums his fingers lightly across Astarion's temple. ] Say so enough, and you really will make me a jealous man.
[ Again, Iorveth academically knows that Astarion should eat. In recent memory, he recalls that Damris had asked to sample his blood, and he also knows with one hundred percent certainty that that request had everything to do with dispassionate curiosity and nothing to do with attraction.
And yet. Iorveth glances down at Astarion and his pretty mouth, and still hates the thought of it on someone else. An absurd thing to think, since most people do not want to get bitten by a godsdamned vampire. ]