[ A soft chuckle at "angelic", though Iorveth doesn't push it. ]
Just stay put, vexing creature.
[ This would have been sharp and cold a few tendays ago; now, it skews closer to warmly fond. It's punctuated by a quick press of his palm against Astarion's jaw, a brief cradle of his face before Iorveth slips away with the unwieldy pants-bag to hide it away from prying eyes.
The process itself doesn't take long: it's just a quick minute or two of negotiating the lumpy sack into the sliver of space afforded them under the bed. It's fielding the questions from the others that takes more time than strictly necessary: Lae'zel with her needling comments about how Iorveth needs to get his head on straight (there it is, the perspective that he probably needs), Shadowheart with her teasing observations about his new outfit and Astarion's taste level.
Iorveth swats them all away, replying to everything in monosyllables before unceremoniously taking his leave again. Closing the door rather roughly behind him, he strides towards the stairs and glances down. ]
Astarion? [ If he's managed to kill someone in the span of a few quick minutes of Iorveth being away, Iorveth will actually be quite impressed. ]
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Just stay put, vexing creature.
[ This would have been sharp and cold a few tendays ago; now, it skews closer to warmly fond. It's punctuated by a quick press of his palm against Astarion's jaw, a brief cradle of his face before Iorveth slips away with the unwieldy pants-bag to hide it away from prying eyes.
The process itself doesn't take long: it's just a quick minute or two of negotiating the lumpy sack into the sliver of space afforded them under the bed. It's fielding the questions from the others that takes more time than strictly necessary: Lae'zel with her needling comments about how Iorveth needs to get his head on straight (there it is, the perspective that he probably needs), Shadowheart with her teasing observations about his new outfit and Astarion's taste level.
Iorveth swats them all away, replying to everything in monosyllables before unceremoniously taking his leave again. Closing the door rather roughly behind him, he strides towards the stairs and glances down. ]
Astarion? [ If he's managed to kill someone in the span of a few quick minutes of Iorveth being away, Iorveth will actually be quite impressed. ]