[ A shiver of a laugh, at the thought of Astarion learning Grease. It's preposterous to think about, and he also imagines the spell going wrong and splashing them both in tarlike fluid, ruining any potential intimate moments they might have had. Might be fun, actually. Very unsexy, though.
The laugh persists, lingering in his voice long after the thought of Astarion looking like an oil-soaked cat leaves the forefront of his mind. ]
The greatest abuse of my scouting skills yet.
[ Lae'zel had often sent him out to do incredibly ignoble tasks, like tracking goblins and creeping near giant spiders in caves, but this is quite possibly the dumbest thing someone has ever asked him to do.
It's novel. Exasperating. Endearing (delusional). Iorveth hums, the chuckle still half-rumbling in the back of his throat, as he peels away from Astarion's inviting arms and mouth. ]
If Tara decides to throw me out onto the streets, open the window. I'll scale the wall and climb back in from the back.
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The laugh persists, lingering in his voice long after the thought of Astarion looking like an oil-soaked cat leaves the forefront of his mind. ]
The greatest abuse of my scouting skills yet.
[ Lae'zel had often sent him out to do incredibly ignoble tasks, like tracking goblins and creeping near giant spiders in caves, but this is quite possibly the dumbest thing someone has ever asked him to do.
It's novel. Exasperating. Endearing (delusional). Iorveth hums, the chuckle still half-rumbling in the back of his throat, as he peels away from Astarion's inviting arms and mouth. ]
If Tara decides to throw me out onto the streets, open the window. I'll scale the wall and climb back in from the back.