essea: (15.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-11-29 04:47 am (UTC)

[ For the first time in a while, Iorveth seriously considers the pros and cons of turning around and leaving Astarion's (cute) smug face to fend for himself. How horrible that he loves Astarion too much to go through with it.

Naturally, this means that Iorveth has to muscle through this interaction, the key word here being "muscle". Seduction is off the table.
]

You're thinking of the Balm of Virility, [ he says offhandedly, as if this is common knowledge. ] And it does more than just enlarge your prick.

[ The two humans blink, then hoot with laughter; evidently, they find something very funny about the fact that a stern-faced elf is being so blithe about penis enhancement. One of them claps Iorveth on his caped shoulder, not seeming to realize how he subtly wrinkles his nose.

"Oh, you've tried it yourself, have you?" Eyebrow waggle. Iorveth, once again, contemplates leaving. "I always knew you wood elves were..."

The man gestures with his hands. "Freaky", essentially. He isn't wrong, but not in the way that he thinks.
]

You don't know the half of it, [ he drawls, and flicks his attention, briefly, towards Astarion. ]

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