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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-02-13 01:25 pm (UTC)

[ Studying, Astarion says contemptuously, and Iorveth wonders for a brief moment if pre-spawn Astarion had ever spent any amount of time holed up in a library pouring over books about ordinances. In truth, Iorveth found something very attractive about Astarion lounging about on their bed in Elfsong, flipping through pages with infuriating elegance; sure, the books themselves were often trash, but Astarion looked very nice reading them.

Settled in the seat adjacent, Iorveth glances at him, appraising.
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And risk earning your ire for making you wear frumpy robes? I think not.

[ Iorveth has no idea what magistrates wear, actually, but he's assuming.

Gale clears his throat from the opposite side of the table, and gestures towards the food. "All things we can consider while we eat." Implied: "I will be so upset if you critique the food after it gets cold." Iorveth doesn't need more coaxing, and gets to work demolishing the omelettes in record time while Tara picks gracefully at her own plate full of small fish.

After a bit of eating, Gale ventures: "One small question that came to me in the night― if it turns out that the cloak you're looking for has, ah, fallen into the hands of... unfriendly individuals, would you still be keen on procuring it?"
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