essea: (54.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-11-15 10:45 pm (UTC)

[ Astarion would have to swat men and women away from him like gnats if he walked around shirtless for even half an hour; a funny thought, even if Iorveth doesn't relish the thought of people mindlessly drooling over the least interesting aspect of someone he cares for.

He sets his embroidery set aside, and replaces it with a small glass bottle of one of the various hair-care products accrued by the party over the past few tendays.
]

Don't push your luck, [ is what he says about the repeated use of the word "housewife", though his expression and tone, both warm, don't match the content of his statement. It's especially mismatched by the way he drags his stool closer to the edge of the tub, and the affectionate touch to Astarion's face, palm to cheek. ]

I've been offended by far less in the past, [ he drawls, a facsimile of the ire he would've shown before. In truth, past Iorveth would've gotten up and left the moment the first "housewife" fell from Astarion's lips.

Present Iorveth, however, decides to play along. Sly, airy, as he appends two syllables to the end of his prior statement as punctuation:
] "Husband".

[ He hopes it gives Astarion heartburn. He dips his hand in the water, and runs damp fingers through mussed silver hair. ]

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