[ Astarion used to know, once. Iorveth turns that thought over in his mind, and feels that now all-too-familiar twinge in his chest. The same unpleasant mental itch he'd felt when Astarion said that he thought the party would be more fun for him. Not pity or sympathy― closer to anger, if he had to categorize the murky emotion.
He'll unpack that on his own time. Click goes the lock, yielding under Astarion's clever ministrations. ]
Alcohol never seems to do anything to you, [ Iorveth reminds, which means that he'll be the one sloshed and trying to sway awkwardly if they do decide to be ridiculous. By now, he's given up on trying to outdrink Astarion, which he has finally discovered to be a losing battle. ] But I'll enjoy watching you be graceless, for once.
[ An affectionate pat to Astarion's head, and Iorveth slowly pushes the now-unpadlocked door open, wary of any additional traps. Thankfully, they're not immediately engulfed in flames or frozen on the spot, and all that greets them is a room full of rare items in varying shapes and sizes: furs and weapons and clothing, gilded furniture and paintings of strangers who look like they might be nobility. ]
―I'm reminded of Gerringothe, [ Iorveth murmurs, as he avoids stepping on something that looks like an egg of some sort. An exotic creature for some bored noble to exploit, he suspects. ]
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He'll unpack that on his own time. Click goes the lock, yielding under Astarion's clever ministrations. ]
Alcohol never seems to do anything to you, [ Iorveth reminds, which means that he'll be the one sloshed and trying to sway awkwardly if they do decide to be ridiculous. By now, he's given up on trying to outdrink Astarion, which he has finally discovered to be a losing battle. ] But I'll enjoy watching you be graceless, for once.
[ An affectionate pat to Astarion's head, and Iorveth slowly pushes the now-unpadlocked door open, wary of any additional traps. Thankfully, they're not immediately engulfed in flames or frozen on the spot, and all that greets them is a room full of rare items in varying shapes and sizes: furs and weapons and clothing, gilded furniture and paintings of strangers who look like they might be nobility. ]
―I'm reminded of Gerringothe, [ Iorveth murmurs, as he avoids stepping on something that looks like an egg of some sort. An exotic creature for some bored noble to exploit, he suspects. ]