[ Admitting that it bothered Iorveth that Astarion wandered back with someone else's blood on his mouth is admitting that there's something he finds sacrosanct about the act of bloodletting. Some of it is the lingering, ego-driven pleasure of having been Astarion's first (a staggering revelation), and most of it is the importance of trust: maybe Iorveth just doesn't love the idea that someone else gets to have that life-or-death negotiation with Astarion and live to talk about it. Something he'll have to unpack on a rainy day.
He acknowledges that it's stupid. Romanticizing vampirism is a slippery slope. It's very possible that liking Astarion is a slippery slope.
He gives in to it. A hundred years of crouching in front of broken corpses and feeling himself splinter, holding himself together with fury and grief and madness; Astarion makes him happy despite the sick rage that still runs rampant in Iorveth's veins. Iorveth wants him. So he tips Astarion's chin and kisses him, quick and fleeting, in witness of the thinly-dressed women and men watching them both from the second floor balconies of Sharess' Caress. ]
I have my doubts about your so-called depravity.
[ If it exists, Iorveth doesn't think he's seen it. His sweet cat, who often looks so accomplished when asking for trifles like an arm around his waist while he sleeps. ]
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He acknowledges that it's stupid. Romanticizing vampirism is a slippery slope. It's very possible that liking Astarion is a slippery slope.
He gives in to it. A hundred years of crouching in front of broken corpses and feeling himself splinter, holding himself together with fury and grief and madness; Astarion makes him happy despite the sick rage that still runs rampant in Iorveth's veins. Iorveth wants him. So he tips Astarion's chin and kisses him, quick and fleeting, in witness of the thinly-dressed women and men watching them both from the second floor balconies of Sharess' Caress. ]
I have my doubts about your so-called depravity.
[ If it exists, Iorveth doesn't think he's seen it. His sweet cat, who often looks so accomplished when asking for trifles like an arm around his waist while he sleeps. ]