[ A waist around Astarion's waist, fingers still tracing soft curls. Iorveth is still exceedingly comfortable in his current position, and now, with Astarion pressed against him and on top of him, he's also in no position to move unless he coaxes Astarion off.
Which, Tara may notice, Iorveth is not doing. She narrows her eyes at the both of them, and Iorveth can swear that she understands how respectful it is that he isn't dislodging a content feline from his lap.
"This is Gale's house, and you should really abide by his rules," she finally decides. Using Gale instead of Mr. Dekarios― she must really be serious. "I'm sure you two have enjoyed each other all night, and have some time for the man who'll spend all day looking into your affairs."
Iorveth could laugh about "enjoyed each other all night": more like "tried to kill each other all night", actually. But he doesn't say that, and presses his lips to the crown of Astarion's head. ]
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[ A waist around Astarion's waist, fingers still tracing soft curls. Iorveth is still exceedingly comfortable in his current position, and now, with Astarion pressed against him and on top of him, he's also in no position to move unless he coaxes Astarion off.
Which, Tara may notice, Iorveth is not doing. She narrows her eyes at the both of them, and Iorveth can swear that she understands how respectful it is that he isn't dislodging a content feline from his lap.
"This is Gale's house, and you should really abide by his rules," she finally decides. Using Gale instead of Mr. Dekarios― she must really be serious. "I'm sure you two have enjoyed each other all night, and have some time for the man who'll spend all day looking into your affairs."
Iorveth could laugh about "enjoyed each other all night": more like "tried to kill each other all night", actually. But he doesn't say that, and presses his lips to the crown of Astarion's head. ]
I'll go where you go, [ he murmurs, slyly. ]