[ And yet he's still charmed. The pitfalls of being in love: you start to like things that you would have thought unbearably cringe-worthy before. He throws an arm around Iorveth's shoulder, casually possessive. ]
But it does suit me.
[ A delicate white flower for a delicate white flower. He sighs, looking out at the busy streets before them. A couple of men clink bottles, laughing. ]
You know, I'd usually be out hunting on a night like this.
[ It's the ideal circumstances. Costumes, drunk idiots, enough people out on the street that no one will notice if one appears or disappears. ]
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[ And yet he's still charmed. The pitfalls of being in love: you start to like things that you would have thought unbearably cringe-worthy before. He throws an arm around Iorveth's shoulder, casually possessive. ]
But it does suit me.
[ A delicate white flower for a delicate white flower. He sighs, looking out at the busy streets before them. A couple of men clink bottles, laughing. ]
You know, I'd usually be out hunting on a night like this.
[ It's the ideal circumstances. Costumes, drunk idiots, enough people out on the street that no one will notice if one appears or disappears. ]