[ Iorveth, lounging with his forearms resting on the edge of the pool, chin on damp skin and wet bangs sticking to his face: ]
You said you wanted to see me naked and dripping.
[ So, here he is. Relaxed, tan skin slightly flushed from warm bathwater, sharp edges filed down enough to make him look less like an unhinged terrorist and a little (just a little) more like what most people would expect a wood elf to look like.
Light-purple waves ripple around him as he sits up and moves to pour Astarion a glass, and beckons for him to undress and get in. ] Did you make sure that all of Athkatla will fear the House Blackmane?
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You said you wanted to see me naked and dripping.
[ So, here he is. Relaxed, tan skin slightly flushed from warm bathwater, sharp edges filed down enough to make him look less like an unhinged terrorist and a little (just a little) more like what most people would expect a wood elf to look like.
Light-purple waves ripple around him as he sits up and moves to pour Astarion a glass, and beckons for him to undress and get in. ] Did you make sure that all of Athkatla will fear the House Blackmane?