[ Oh. Iorveth stops walking for a second just to watch Astarion fumble his exit, because gods, he's swept by the compulsion to grab Astarion by the shoulders and shake him until he goes limp. "Why are you making me like you more when I just considered letting you go elsewhere for your own good", essentially. Unhinged person problems.
Instead of doing that (because it would be insane), Iorveth catches up to Astarion and tugs him away from something that looks suspiciously like tripwire. Come on, party rogue.
Fingers curled around Astarion's elbow, Iorveth takes a moment to consider before tugging yet again, this time to pull him into a loose, brief embrace. More for his own sake than Astarion's― Iorveth buries his face in mussed silver hair, and feels the world make a little more sense again. ]
As are you, [ he says, referring back to "special". A murmur, as he lets go and steps away, swiveling his attention to the side; in the distance, he spots the lumpy shape of a lone human that may or may not be taking time to relieve himself next to a tree. Moodbreaker. ]
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Instead of doing that (because it would be insane), Iorveth catches up to Astarion and tugs him away from something that looks suspiciously like tripwire. Come on, party rogue.
Fingers curled around Astarion's elbow, Iorveth takes a moment to consider before tugging yet again, this time to pull him into a loose, brief embrace. More for his own sake than Astarion's― Iorveth buries his face in mussed silver hair, and feels the world make a little more sense again. ]
As are you, [ he says, referring back to "special". A murmur, as he lets go and steps away, swiveling his attention to the side; in the distance, he spots the lumpy shape of a lone human that may or may not be taking time to relieve himself next to a tree. Moodbreaker. ]