[ Astarion drapes across the sheets, silently bidding Iorveth to draw him like one of his Cormyrean nobles (Iorveth has never met a Cormyrean noble); the worst part is that Astarion does manage to be alluring and inviting, though it's debatable as to whether Iorveth should credit Astarion's methods of seduction or his own deranged mind.
Maybe he should at least put on smallclothes. Iorveth forgoes it anyway, choosing instead to get up and kiss the crown of Astarion's head before moving to the door, ass-naked. ]
If you hear Gale coming down the stairs for something, distract him.
[ Or don't, Iorveth doesn't care. Surely Gale has seen a naked man before in his lifetime (right??? right???). One last backwards glance and he's slipping silently down the stairs (again, the most ignoble use of his stealth skills ever), sneaking into the bathroom first to rummage through cabinets for bath oils that he can use in lieu of cooking oil.
Down below him, where the stairs meet the hall leading into the sitting room, Tara is curled on a cushion with her wings folded, sleeping, unaware of the heinous crimes happening above her. For now. ]
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Maybe he should at least put on smallclothes. Iorveth forgoes it anyway, choosing instead to get up and kiss the crown of Astarion's head before moving to the door, ass-naked. ]
If you hear Gale coming down the stairs for something, distract him.
[ Or don't, Iorveth doesn't care. Surely Gale has seen a naked man before in his lifetime (right??? right???). One last backwards glance and he's slipping silently down the stairs (again, the most ignoble use of his stealth skills ever), sneaking into the bathroom first to rummage through cabinets for bath oils that he can use in lieu of cooking oil.
Down below him, where the stairs meet the hall leading into the sitting room, Tara is curled on a cushion with her wings folded, sleeping, unaware of the heinous crimes happening above her. For now. ]