[ Sometimes, love is risking it all and resigning yourself to the fact that you've given someone free reign to draw anything they want on your skin. If Astarion changes his mind and decides to draw a giant fluorescent prick on his ass, well, Iorveth will just deal with it; the scariest thing about this is that Iorveth would rather get a pink dick on his ass than lose Astarion forever.
So. A scoff, but the ink is paid for and put into his pack. ]
How unfortunate for me that they suit you.
[ They do. One day, Iorveth is going to find Astarion curled up on a bed surrounded by shiny trinkets and soft clothes, and he won't even be mad about it.
The good-natured halfling thanks the weird elves for their patronage, and lets them know that they have a tenday-long warranty on the motorized quill if anything goes awry. A salesman, through and through. Iorveth thanks him, tips him a good silver for being so accommodating, and rests the coinpurse in Astarion's hand as they walk out of the shop. It is, predictably, obscenely heavy, packed with gold.
(Things Iorveth has found out about Gale: he's a fussy worrywart.) ]
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So. A scoff, but the ink is paid for and put into his pack. ]
How unfortunate for me that they suit you.
[ They do. One day, Iorveth is going to find Astarion curled up on a bed surrounded by shiny trinkets and soft clothes, and he won't even be mad about it.
The good-natured halfling thanks the weird elves for their patronage, and lets them know that they have a tenday-long warranty on the motorized quill if anything goes awry. A salesman, through and through. Iorveth thanks him, tips him a good silver for being so accommodating, and rests the coinpurse in Astarion's hand as they walk out of the shop. It is, predictably, obscenely heavy, packed with gold.
(Things Iorveth has found out about Gale: he's a fussy worrywart.) ]