[ Most partners would wish for a nice dinner or a new tunic or a refill of cologne; normal people don't have enemies that they would need to wish dead, that is. But they aren't normal, and Iorveth's skewed standards find "I want all of our enemies dead" to be far more romantic than a request for pretty trinkets. The latter, he could refuse― the former, well.
How could he? ]
If you want it, then they'll die. [ Like a lover promising to buy their partner a bouquet of flowers. As natural as anything, with a glimmer of something wicked in his remaining eye. ] Our pursuers first, then the Commandant of Flotsam.
[ One of the heads of the many-headed hydra. It'll be a small victory, but one that'll tide them over for a bit, Iorveth hopes.
He gestures for Astarion to give him the satchel that they pilfered from the dead man, and once he gets it, he finds a very nice heavy rock to put inside it: he brandishes it like a flail, whipping it side to side once, twice, before he's satisfied that it'll do the trick.
A low exhale, and he turns back to Astarion to kiss the corner of his mouth. ] My cat. You do bring out the best in me. [ ?????? Does he????? Iorveth is delusional. ]
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How could he? ]
If you want it, then they'll die. [ Like a lover promising to buy their partner a bouquet of flowers. As natural as anything, with a glimmer of something wicked in his remaining eye. ] Our pursuers first, then the Commandant of Flotsam.
[ One of the heads of the many-headed hydra. It'll be a small victory, but one that'll tide them over for a bit, Iorveth hopes.
He gestures for Astarion to give him the satchel that they pilfered from the dead man, and once he gets it, he finds a very nice heavy rock to put inside it: he brandishes it like a flail, whipping it side to side once, twice, before he's satisfied that it'll do the trick.
A low exhale, and he turns back to Astarion to kiss the corner of his mouth. ] My cat. You do bring out the best in me. [ ?????? Does he????? Iorveth is delusional. ]