[ It's so stupid that, of all the things in the world, seeing Astarion in loungewear is what does it for Iorveth. Finely-tailored doublets and slim trousers are nice, but seeing Astarion look comfortable has unlocked something heretofore untouched; something Iorveth will keep to himself lest Astarion think he really has lost his godsdamned mind.
He dips underwater for a second, and resurfaces like an elf-shaped sea monster. ]
Admittedly, it would be satisfying to ruin Enver Gortash's day.
[ And if a bit of terrorism achieves that, well. It wouldn't be the worst thing that Iorveth has done, and sweet little Dolores would probably appreciate not sharing her neighborhood with a bunch of clanking sentient armor. His lips curl into a wry smile, which he aims towards Astarion while combing his own bangs over the indent where his eye used to be. ]
And it would make you feel safer, I assume. [ Important. ] Or, at the very least, it would lower our chances of being arrested before we manage to invade a soiree.
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He dips underwater for a second, and resurfaces like an elf-shaped sea monster. ]
Admittedly, it would be satisfying to ruin Enver Gortash's day.
[ And if a bit of terrorism achieves that, well. It wouldn't be the worst thing that Iorveth has done, and sweet little Dolores would probably appreciate not sharing her neighborhood with a bunch of clanking sentient armor. His lips curl into a wry smile, which he aims towards Astarion while combing his own bangs over the indent where his eye used to be. ]
And it would make you feel safer, I assume. [ Important. ] Or, at the very least, it would lower our chances of being arrested before we manage to invade a soiree.
[ Also important. ]