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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-10-24 01:32 am (UTC)

[ Torture will be the only way Iorveth could ever be persuaded to say the word "snuggle", but it is, in fact, what he's angling for, so he can't be irate about it. Folding himself to the best of his ability without leaning on his injured shoulder, he settles his head against Astarion's collarbone and drapes an arm over his stomach. ]

Let it stay, [ Iorveth murmurs. ] I'm starting to develop an affinity for cats.

[ Clearly. He crooks a finger at Max, who happily steps over Astarion and tries to wedge itself in the space between Iorveth's bent knees and his stomach.

Three's a crowd on this small bed, but Iorveth's tired body benefits from the huddle; it doesn't take long for him to fall back into his trance, this one deeper than the last despite the little part of his brain that always screams at him to be alert and aware of his surroundings.

He can only hope that Astarion doesn't get arrested during his extended nap. Gods.
]

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