[ Iorveth loves Astarion very much (too much!!!), and would grudgingly help dispose corpses for him. Maybe not right now, though, on this specific night. He's bolstered by the fight they had in the morning (weirdly enough), but not enough to actively want to see someone else on Astarion's mouth.
Still, giving Astarion his space is healthy. Very normal, very natural. They could even pass for something conventional if it weren't for the fact that Astarion is a vampire and Iorveth is a crazy person. Tucking the bloodroot behind his own ear, Iorveth sifts his fingers over Astarion's bangs before slipping away to leave his cat to kill his mouse.
While that happens, Iorveth's intermission consists of minor participation in Fey Day activities: in a nearby square, he spots a high elf child playing (which is a charitable way of saying "butchering) a familiar tune on a wooden flute, and confiscates the instrument to demonstrate a more proper rendition. Unfortunately for Iorveth, his demonstration attracts a small group of elf children, who he then has to grudgingly entertain with more songs and, eventually, piggyback rides on his broad shoulders.
He doesn't hate children, as much as humans would have other humans believe that Iorveth the Butcher subsists on the blood of innocents. It's been an age since he's seen an Aen Seidhe child, since he's met an Aen Seidhe woman comfortable with rearing children in the current state of things, and it's nice, in a bittersweet way, to see elf children thrive in peacetime. Even if they are high elves, and not his own. He sits down with a pocket-sized girl, and starts braiding her long hair. ]
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Still, giving Astarion his space is healthy. Very normal, very natural. They could even pass for something conventional if it weren't for the fact that Astarion is a vampire and Iorveth is a crazy person. Tucking the bloodroot behind his own ear, Iorveth sifts his fingers over Astarion's bangs before slipping away to leave his cat to kill his mouse.
While that happens, Iorveth's intermission consists of minor participation in Fey Day activities: in a nearby square, he spots a high elf child playing (which is a charitable way of saying "butchering) a familiar tune on a wooden flute, and confiscates the instrument to demonstrate a more proper rendition. Unfortunately for Iorveth, his demonstration attracts a small group of elf children, who he then has to grudgingly entertain with more songs and, eventually, piggyback rides on his broad shoulders.
He doesn't hate children, as much as humans would have other humans believe that Iorveth the Butcher subsists on the blood of innocents. It's been an age since he's seen an Aen Seidhe child, since he's met an Aen Seidhe woman comfortable with rearing children in the current state of things, and it's nice, in a bittersweet way, to see elf children thrive in peacetime. Even if they are high elves, and not his own. He sits down with a pocket-sized girl, and starts braiding her long hair. ]