[ There is still the looming possibility that the Cloak of Dragomir is incredibly ugly, and if so, Astarion is in for a wild ride. What if it, too, has leaves on the shoulders... a harrowing thought (for Astarion, not for Iorveth).
The tattoo, though. Iorveth has also completely forgotten about it in the aftermath of him acting like a moron (self-admitted), which makes him sit up from where he'd nestled against Astarion's neck. Like a dog stirring at the sound of a squirrel. ]
―Slipped my mind completely. [ Congratulations to Astarion Ancunín: the only man who could make Iorveth forget something that he'd planned. ] I suppose we could still find ink in Athkatla. Seems the place for it.
[ As long as the ink isn't laced with, like, poison or something. Iorveth is a wood eld, and as much as he pushes back against some unflattering perceptions of his people, he is, in fact, still hippy-dippy about certain things. Like using natural ink to carve patterns in his skin. ]
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The tattoo, though. Iorveth has also completely forgotten about it in the aftermath of him acting like a moron (self-admitted), which makes him sit up from where he'd nestled against Astarion's neck. Like a dog stirring at the sound of a squirrel. ]
―Slipped my mind completely. [ Congratulations to Astarion Ancunín: the only man who could make Iorveth forget something that he'd planned. ] I suppose we could still find ink in Athkatla. Seems the place for it.
[ As long as the ink isn't laced with, like, poison or something. Iorveth is a wood eld, and as much as he pushes back against some unflattering perceptions of his people, he is, in fact, still hippy-dippy about certain things. Like using natural ink to carve patterns in his skin. ]