[ Ugh. He's spent so much time telling Iorveth that he doesn't care about any 'extracurricular' dalliances he might care to have, but the sight of Iorveth so near to another person makes his blood boil. Astarion isn't jealous, exactly, because there's no way in any of the hells that this half-orc holds a candle to him, but it's a different feeling that flares up inside him. Possessiveness, maybe. That's his leather-clad ass to grab.
Before he even fully registers what he's doing, he's pulling the shortsword from its hidden place in the makeshift bag. In one swift movement, he rears back and plunges it into her torso. A bit of an overreaction, perhaps, but she really shouldn't have touched his elf.
She opens her mouth in shock, but all she can do is sputter as she reaches out to steady herself, first on Iorveth's shoulders and then on the shelves of expensive items. Priceless artifacts go down with her as she collapses to the ground, the (mostly) innocent victim of Astarion's sour attitude.
With a scowl: ] You're no good at distracting. I'll do it from now on.
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Before he even fully registers what he's doing, he's pulling the shortsword from its hidden place in the makeshift bag. In one swift movement, he rears back and plunges it into her torso. A bit of an overreaction, perhaps, but she really shouldn't have touched his elf.
She opens her mouth in shock, but all she can do is sputter as she reaches out to steady herself, first on Iorveth's shoulders and then on the shelves of expensive items. Priceless artifacts go down with her as she collapses to the ground, the (mostly) innocent victim of Astarion's sour attitude.
With a scowl: ] You're no good at distracting. I'll do it from now on.