[ The sounds in the hall seem muffled and distant even to his keen elven ears, the world as big as Iorveth's flushed face against his neck and no larger. He likes the feeling of Iorveth slumped against him, soft and trusting. A starving creature of the night pressed to him while he's too weak to defend himself, but there's not an ounce of wariness in him. ]
Hurry, before I get impatient.
[ Another tease, an echo of Iorveth's own words. Impatient though he may be, Astarion doesn't mind waiting. He's in no rush to make it to the circus, especially when he'd rather keep Iorveth backed against a bookcase all day.
In the end, there isn't time for him to truly get impatient. The knob to the library turns, and the door opens. Mamzell Amira herself walks in, accompanied by what appears to be a young couple, hands intertwined and giggling at the scandalous things they're being shown. "This room is currently unoccupied while we search for a new librarian," Mamzell explains, then stops in her tracks.
Astarion thinks to step away, but then Iorveth might really fall to the floor, and he's not sure which would look worse. He gulps, still tasting blood on his tongue.
"I thought you said it was unoccupied," says the man, frowning. Mamzell opens her mouth to reply something undoubtedly along the lines of it is, but before she can, the intruder tilts his head, gaze on Iorveth. "...Is that man all right?"
The woman's brow furrows, and she places a hand to the side of her neck, right where one would find two faintly bleeding red dots on Iorveth's own. "—Is that blood?" ]
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Hurry, before I get impatient.
[ Another tease, an echo of Iorveth's own words. Impatient though he may be, Astarion doesn't mind waiting. He's in no rush to make it to the circus, especially when he'd rather keep Iorveth backed against a bookcase all day.
In the end, there isn't time for him to truly get impatient. The knob to the library turns, and the door opens. Mamzell Amira herself walks in, accompanied by what appears to be a young couple, hands intertwined and giggling at the scandalous things they're being shown. "This room is currently unoccupied while we search for a new librarian," Mamzell explains, then stops in her tracks.
Astarion thinks to step away, but then Iorveth might really fall to the floor, and he's not sure which would look worse. He gulps, still tasting blood on his tongue.
"I thought you said it was unoccupied," says the man, frowning. Mamzell opens her mouth to reply something undoubtedly along the lines of it is, but before she can, the intruder tilts his head, gaze on Iorveth. "...Is that man all right?"
The woman's brow furrows, and she places a hand to the side of her neck, right where one would find two faintly bleeding red dots on Iorveth's own. "—Is that blood?" ]