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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-04-23 09:34 pm (UTC)

[ Again, the stroking to his ears feels nice. They're a point (ha) of pride, despite all the ways in which humans have derided the shape of his cartilage: he hasn't let many touch them because of it, almost as a defense mechanism, so it's good to trust someone enough to handle that sensitive spot.

A low sound of contentment, and Iorveth nuzzles up against the side of Astarion's face before tapping the small of his back.
]

Then I'll ready the bath. [ Not much to do since the tub is already full and enchanted to be warm, but whatever. ] Let the staff know that no one's to come into our room during the day, will you?

[ This place seems like it'd have people who'd try to clean their rooms every day, not that Iorveth has ever stayed anywhere so opulent; he has, however, been in the presence of people who were royalty-adjacent. Unexpected visitors, too, are a no-go, especially if they have red eyes.

So. Astarion gets bullying duty. Before he slides out from under Astarion's weight, Iorveth makes sure to kiss another mark on his neck, one that'll last a few minutes this time around. In case anyone still had doubts about Masters Blackmane, plural.
]

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