[ Astarion lets an arm dangle over the side of the bathtub, pointer finger dipped into the lukewarm water. He casts a small cantrip, warming the water a little, although it's nothing compared to the scalding hot baths that Gale can create. Oh, well. That's the only perk of being a wizard, as far as Astarion is concerned.
It's sweet that Iorveth is thinking of him. He fights the little smile spreading across his face; how romantic, committing terrorism for his sake! Of course, he doesn't address the idea of 'making him feel safer'. He doesn't want Iorveth to think that he needs to be in any way coddled or protected. He was helpless once, and he won't bear being helpless again. The latter comment, though— ]
Invade is such an ugly word.
[ Reaching for the soap, he lathers up a damp cloth before he takes the liberty of running it over Iorveth's shoulders and chest, paying special attention to his bite marks and the faint line left over from where that horrible Fist had carved into him. ]
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It's sweet that Iorveth is thinking of him. He fights the little smile spreading across his face; how romantic, committing terrorism for his sake! Of course, he doesn't address the idea of 'making him feel safer'. He doesn't want Iorveth to think that he needs to be in any way coddled or protected. He was helpless once, and he won't bear being helpless again. The latter comment, though— ]
Invade is such an ugly word.
[ Reaching for the soap, he lathers up a damp cloth before he takes the liberty of running it over Iorveth's shoulders and chest, paying special attention to his bite marks and the faint line left over from where that horrible Fist had carved into him. ]
I prefer calling it a surprise attendance.