[ Oh. Well. Maturity has left the chat, then. Iorveth blinks, then huffs a laugh that's distinctly unkind, this time around. ]
Is that right. So you think me a pathetic mother hen to a doomed pack of tree-huggers: a foolish terrorist whose only virtue is groveling at your feet for your affection.
[ That voice telling himself to be patient is awfully quiet. Truly, where is Gale and his terrible timing, because now would've been a great time to come upstairs to tell Iorveth that breakfast will be served in thirty minutes. Instead, the tower is quiet save for the sound of two prickly elves fighting, which is a sorry state for it to be in. ]
I asked you what you wanted, because I wanted you to tell me that you wanted me. I would do anything for you, if you ask. [ Clipped but truthful, swallowing his pride for this particularly embarrassing confession. ] But you'd rather I beg and plead for your permission to stay.
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Is that right. So you think me a pathetic mother hen to a doomed pack of tree-huggers: a foolish terrorist whose only virtue is groveling at your feet for your affection.
[ That voice telling himself to be patient is awfully quiet. Truly, where is Gale and his terrible timing, because now would've been a great time to come upstairs to tell Iorveth that breakfast will be served in thirty minutes. Instead, the tower is quiet save for the sound of two prickly elves fighting, which is a sorry state for it to be in. ]
I asked you what you wanted, because I wanted you to tell me that you wanted me. I would do anything for you, if you ask. [ Clipped but truthful, swallowing his pride for this particularly embarrassing confession. ] But you'd rather I beg and plead for your permission to stay.