[ Cazador is dead. Let him turn to bone, and then to ash, and let nothing of him remain. Just a shadow that Astarion remembers on occasion, less and less in frequency; Iorveth exhales through his nose, low and slow, and leans back against the edge of the tub. ]
We'll try it all. Gods know I'll not be protesting.
[ Freak elf. Scarred lips curl, confident for all the wrong reasons. ]
You can bind me to the headboard next time. But tonight...
[ He stretches, and lifts himself out of the water. Upsides to having gotten the Lover's Suite: there's bottles of oils and massage-related items everywhere. ] ...I want to fuck you senseless.
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[ Cazador is dead. Let him turn to bone, and then to ash, and let nothing of him remain. Just a shadow that Astarion remembers on occasion, less and less in frequency; Iorveth exhales through his nose, low and slow, and leans back against the edge of the tub. ]
We'll try it all. Gods know I'll not be protesting.
[ Freak elf. Scarred lips curl, confident for all the wrong reasons. ]
You can bind me to the headboard next time. But tonight...
[ He stretches, and lifts himself out of the water. Upsides to having gotten the Lover's Suite: there's bottles of oils and massage-related items everywhere. ] ...I want to fuck you senseless.