[ Reach for the stars, Astarion. He can still have something couture, he shouldn't settle for a deranged elf!!!!!!
Said deranged elf is slowly getting up onto his feet, perfect wood elf poise broken by a squint-and-you-can-see-it bow-leggedness. There's a slight feeling of missing being full, but he keeps it to himself.
A bit sullen: ] I could still wash your hair from outside the tub.
[ Annoyed at the prospect of being deprived, but more annoyed by the fact that he's annoyed. What the fuck is happening to him, truly.
He tells himself to get a grip, and manages. Without Gale, Astarion will have to prestidigitation the water into something appropriately warm－ Iorveth leaves that to him, while he commits the cardinal sin of rifling through Shadowheart's things. She's going to kill him. He does all of this naked, too, which would spell disaster if anyone decided to come back early; thankfully, it seems like the universe takes the hint this time around, and lets them go about their indulgent business without interruption.
Scissors acquired, Iorveth gravitates over to the washing area of their communal room and pulls a stool over to perch on. In addition to the scissors, he also has a spare rag and a needle and thread, which he uses to practice his embroidery until Astarion makes it known that he wants attention. As ever, Iorveth is terminally unable to keep himself idle for too long. ]
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Said deranged elf is slowly getting up onto his feet, perfect wood elf poise broken by a squint-and-you-can-see-it bow-leggedness. There's a slight feeling of missing being full, but he keeps it to himself.
A bit sullen: ] I could still wash your hair from outside the tub.
[ Annoyed at the prospect of being deprived, but more annoyed by the fact that he's annoyed. What the fuck is happening to him, truly.
He tells himself to get a grip, and manages. Without Gale, Astarion will have to prestidigitation the water into something appropriately warm－ Iorveth leaves that to him, while he commits the cardinal sin of rifling through Shadowheart's things. She's going to kill him. He does all of this naked, too, which would spell disaster if anyone decided to come back early; thankfully, it seems like the universe takes the hint this time around, and lets them go about their indulgent business without interruption.
Scissors acquired, Iorveth gravitates over to the washing area of their communal room and pulls a stool over to perch on. In addition to the scissors, he also has a spare rag and a needle and thread, which he uses to practice his embroidery until Astarion makes it known that he wants attention. As ever, Iorveth is terminally unable to keep himself idle for too long. ]