[ Astarion keeps his hand curled around the crook of Iorveth's arm, somewhere between affectionate and possessive. Possessively affectionate, affectionately possessive. He likes the world to know that Iorveth is his, that he has somebody who loves him. He likes when Iorveth calls him 'beloved', too. Very much.
He likes the idea of keeping these awful sandals for centuries far less. Scowling, he says, ] Absolutely not.
[ Boots sound promising, though. No way to make those mesh, he thinks. (And desperately hopes.) ]
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He likes the idea of keeping these awful sandals for centuries far less. Scowling, he says, ] Absolutely not.
[ Boots sound promising, though. No way to make those mesh, he thinks. (And desperately hopes.) ]
Where might we find this Thentavva's?