[ The sort of thing Astarion would have wanted. Iorveth rolls that thought around in his skull, leaning against the back of his chair with his eye set on Astarion, his focus hawklike. ]
Maybe so.
[ Trying to put together the splintered fragments of Astarion's far-flung past. There's so much that Iorveth still doesn't know about Astarion, but the most humbling part of that is that Astarion also has no idea. All they have is conjecture. ]
And, by all certainty, I would have been the sort of thing you didn't want.
[ So, here's another guess. A shot in the dark, but Iorveth thinks he has good aim; he's certain that Astarion the magistrate wouldn't have given him the time of day. Then again, Astarion the vampire spawn pre-tadpole probably wouldn't have given Iorveth the time of night, either－ funny, how these things work.
Iorveth takes a sip of wine. Not hard enough for the conversation, but they're day-drinking. He doesn't want to get completely fucked yet. ]
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Maybe so.
[ Trying to put together the splintered fragments of Astarion's far-flung past. There's so much that Iorveth still doesn't know about Astarion, but the most humbling part of that is that Astarion also has no idea. All they have is conjecture. ]
And, by all certainty, I would have been the sort of thing you didn't want.
[ So, here's another guess. A shot in the dark, but Iorveth thinks he has good aim; he's certain that Astarion the magistrate wouldn't have given him the time of day. Then again, Astarion the vampire spawn pre-tadpole probably wouldn't have given Iorveth the time of night, either－ funny, how these things work.
Iorveth takes a sip of wine. Not hard enough for the conversation, but they're day-drinking. He doesn't want to get completely fucked yet. ]