[ "Well, alright. But don't think I've forgotten about our opera tickets― I'll see if I can't conjure them for a different night."
Gale hasn't forgotten about the opera, but Iorveth sure has. Too late to invite himself to that outing, not that he wants to interrupt a nice night between friends. Astarion could probably stand to spend some time without Iorveth hovering behind him like a one-eyed specter.
Not today, though. Iorveth piles a few portable breakfast items onto a plate, and scrapes his chair back to get up onto his feet; as accustomed as he is to being exhausted, he isn't immune to a post-argument, post-food consumption coma, and he'd like to be in bed with Astarion when the wave of unconsciousness starts to knock. ]
Astarion. Come. [ A quick press of his lips against silver curls, coaxing. With that done, he glances towards Gale and offers: ] ...Where are my manners? The best breakfast I've had in an age― thank you.
[ Not since the one he had with Dolores' friend, the one who gave him embroidery lessons and thought Astarion was his terminally sick love. He won't say that, though, and not just because Gale wouldn't get it. Gods forbid anyone think him sentimental. ]
no subject
Gale hasn't forgotten about the opera, but Iorveth sure has. Too late to invite himself to that outing, not that he wants to interrupt a nice night between friends. Astarion could probably stand to spend some time without Iorveth hovering behind him like a one-eyed specter.
Not today, though. Iorveth piles a few portable breakfast items onto a plate, and scrapes his chair back to get up onto his feet; as accustomed as he is to being exhausted, he isn't immune to a post-argument, post-food consumption coma, and he'd like to be in bed with Astarion when the wave of unconsciousness starts to knock. ]
Astarion. Come. [ A quick press of his lips against silver curls, coaxing. With that done, he glances towards Gale and offers: ] ...Where are my manners? The best breakfast I've had in an age― thank you.
[ Not since the one he had with Dolores' friend, the one who gave him embroidery lessons and thought Astarion was his terminally sick love. He won't say that, though, and not just because Gale wouldn't get it. Gods forbid anyone think him sentimental. ]