essea: (42.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-09-23 09:54 pm (UTC)

[ A nod, in return for the opening of the door. It's a small gesture, but it's the sort of small gesture that Iorveth takes note of.

As they walk upstairs:
] That was for when I had two eyes and less responsibilities.

[ The low puff of air that follows is a laugh, dry and humorless. ]

Humans sought to break my spirit by ruining my face. In defiance of that notion, I obscured my features and cut my hair. [ He scoffs at the memory; still a bitter pill to swallow. ] It turns out that an ugly elf can still be a dangerous elf. Since then, I've given my hair no thought.

[ He hooks his fingers around the doorknob leading to their floor-sized room, and glances sideways at Astarion. "You can be depressing" comes to mind again, and he realizes that he's probably validating that notion. ]

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