Astarion should be used to the lack of privacy by now. For two centuries, every private moment of his was ruined by the presence of his siblings, and for the past few months they've been ruined by the presence of his campmates. In the evening, he would abscond into his tent to read, irritated by the sounds of Wyll and Karlach drinking by the fire or Gale cornering whatever unfortunate soul into an impromptu lecture. Even Iorveth had counted among his annoyances. Strange how things change.
It's probably for the best. Astarion doesn't have the willpower not to try to get freaky in this tiny, gnome-sized bed. Dolores's interruption saved him from an eternity of living with that choice. He still frowns, displeased. Who knows what interesting places that hand might have gone, or that mouth? Now he'll never know. ]
If I must.
[ He really is rather filthy; a soak will do him some good. It takes every ounce of will he has—so, still not very much—to sit himself up and plant his feet on the ground. As he stands to leave, he glances over his shoulder at Iorveth. ]
Well, try not to think of me naked and glistening.
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Astarion should be used to the lack of privacy by now. For two centuries, every private moment of his was ruined by the presence of his siblings, and for the past few months they've been ruined by the presence of his campmates. In the evening, he would abscond into his tent to read, irritated by the sounds of Wyll and Karlach drinking by the fire or Gale cornering whatever unfortunate soul into an impromptu lecture. Even Iorveth had counted among his annoyances. Strange how things change.
It's probably for the best. Astarion doesn't have the willpower not to try to get freaky in this tiny, gnome-sized bed. Dolores's interruption saved him from an eternity of living with that choice. He still frowns, displeased. Who knows what interesting places that hand might have gone, or that mouth? Now he'll never know. ]
If I must.
[ He really is rather filthy; a soak will do him some good. It takes every ounce of will he has—so, still not very much—to sit himself up and plant his feet on the ground. As he stands to leave, he glances over his shoulder at Iorveth. ]
Well, try not to think of me naked and glistening.
[ "Oh," squeaks Dolores again, scandalized. ]