essea: (58.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-11-15 04:56 am (UTC)

[ It's pleasant, working to the soft sound of occasionally-displaced water. Astarion's presence becomes something ambient and, again, safe, which soothes the occasional stab of impatience whenever Iorveth winds a stitch out of place.

He looks up from his work when spoken to, shifting his focus from progressively-more circular suns to Astarion's relaxed slouch against the tub.
]

An insult to housewives everywhere.

[ A joke for a joke. No scathing comment, no sharp biteback. He stretches his neck from side to side, working out the tension he'd accrued from bowing over the cloth on his lap. ]

It's this, or I keep ruining all of your good shirts.

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