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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-02-11 12:00 am (UTC)

[ Petting Astarion like an oversized cat, with fingers tangled in soft curls tickling the back of Astarion's neck. Iorveth likes this feeling, of not knowing where he ends and where Astarion begins.

The question of what he was planning to do, though. A brief pause, here, anticipating a not-great reaction to the answer, but he answers truthfully.
]

I'd planned to do some research on Athkatla. [ All that song and dance, and he really had planned on going with Astarion from the start. Yes, he could have just said so. No, he didn't. The rudest elf in Toril. ] Find a map, at least.

[ Chronically unable not to plan. Even now, he's spinning webs. ]

I'd also wanted to see if I could find someone to relay a message to Saskia. She'd told me not to hurry back, but she should be expecting me anyway. [ Again: resident unhinged elf was going to lay the groundwork for sticking to his vampire like glue. He really could have said so from the start. ]

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