[ Gods, Iorveth could grab Astarion and shake him into pieces. A part of Iorveth whispers "don't fold" this time around, irritated by the accusation that he doesn't care on the heels of their prior argument (they're racking these up), which should have proved to Astarion that, unequivocally, Iorveth fucking cares.
So: ]
Fine.
[ Using Astarion's tactic against him, probably unfairly. ] Do as you please. I'll not comment or interfere.
[ If Astarion wants to feel what it's like for Iorveth to not care, this is it: he turns and starts to walk in a different direction, without humoring the haughtiness. Iorveth from way back in the early stages of his recruitment into Lae'zel's ranks, when he slept on the outskirts of camp instead of by the campfire with all the others.
(Honk, goes his clown nose: this feels bad, actually.) ]
no subject
So: ]
Fine.
[ Using Astarion's tactic against him, probably unfairly. ] Do as you please. I'll not comment or interfere.
[ If Astarion wants to feel what it's like for Iorveth to not care, this is it: he turns and starts to walk in a different direction, without humoring the haughtiness. Iorveth from way back in the early stages of his recruitment into Lae'zel's ranks, when he slept on the outskirts of camp instead of by the campfire with all the others.
(Honk, goes his clown nose: this feels bad, actually.) ]