essea: (38.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-02-01 01:14 am (UTC)

[ "Be nice," Iorveth tells himself. "Be patient." ]

It's gone where your manners have, I expect.

The sun is coming up. Make no mistake― if any part of him burns while we dally by your doorstep, I'll burn your books in retaliation.

[ Again: Iorveth Be Normal About Astarion Challenge (Impossible). He notes the look of surprise on Gale's face overtaking his general early-morning fatigue, and interprets it a bit uncharitably as Gale's judgment of what following Iorveth has done to Astarion since the party disbanded; then again, it might be Iorveth's fever brain stimulating his overactive paranoia.

"Gods, there's no need for all of that", Gale mutters. "Come in, then, and try to be as quiet as you can manage― ah, and mind the rug, I just got it cleaned yesterday."

Why put it near the entrance, then, Iorveth would usually say, but is demonstrably too tired to. He gestures for Astarion to go inside first, eager to get him away from the threat of the sun and into the cozy, velvet-lined interior of Gale's one-man (and tressym) tower. Clearly, Gale's been doing well.
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