[ Absurd. Iorveth has never fancied a future for himself in which he settles down with someone and lives in a house with absolutely no complications to plague him for the rest of his days; honestly, look at him. Headed straight for the gallows or a ditch in the middle of a forest, really.
Which makes Astarion a complicated curveball to handle. Iorveth wants more for Astarion than a life where he goes down kicking and screaming, so he'll have to factor that in if he's going to bring his sweet, high-maintenance cat up north.
He scoops more water in one palm, and wets Astarion's hair properly for a careful wash. Keeping his hands busy while he thinks. ]
I may be good at many things, but not at playing house. [ A deft sidestep, followed by a distraction: ] Something shiny, though, I can arrange.
[ Uncapping the bottle of product, warming its contents before massaging it into Astarion's hair. He'd forgotten to check the fragrance, but it smells nice enough: something warm and amber-sweet. ]
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Which makes Astarion a complicated curveball to handle. Iorveth wants more for Astarion than a life where he goes down kicking and screaming, so he'll have to factor that in if he's going to bring his sweet, high-maintenance cat up north.
He scoops more water in one palm, and wets Astarion's hair properly for a careful wash. Keeping his hands busy while he thinks. ]
I may be good at many things, but not at playing house. [ A deft sidestep, followed by a distraction: ] Something shiny, though, I can arrange.
[ Uncapping the bottle of product, warming its contents before massaging it into Astarion's hair. He'd forgotten to check the fragrance, but it smells nice enough: something warm and amber-sweet. ]