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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-09-12 12:38 pm (UTC)

[ Astarion is a vision, even when he's robbing someone blind. Especially when he's robbing someone blind. Clever fingers, and the kind of voice you'd want to bathe in; framed beautifully against the backdrop of red velvet and dark lacquered wood, the least interesting thing about Astarion― his looks― is still stunningly striking.

Gods, Iorveth's lost the plot. He barely looks at the ring when it's tossed to him, though he notes that it's a pretty little thing. He's still watching Astarion and the curve of his lips, the way his expression shifts and moves on that pretty face. Expressive, vibrant.

Iorveth takes another swig of wine.
] I don't wear rings, [ he says, but slips the thing on his pinky: the only finger that the slim piece of jewelry fits.

He doesn't deserve Astarion. But he brushes his lips to silver hair before he winds his way down the stairs again, returning only after negotiating a pack of cards and another bottle of Baldur's Grape from Hoots Hooligan.
]

You'll look fetching in green, [ is a bold declaration, considering Astarion wiped the floor with him when they'd played cards prior. A part of him assumes, perhaps incorrectly, that Astarion won't cheat this time around. ]

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