[ An elf-shaped security blanket by Astarion's side, Iorveth nests and presses his lips, again, to soft silver hair. (So enamored with kissing Astarion that, yes, he's cut garlic out of his diet. A big sacrifice.)
Things Iorveth doesn't say: he still thinks the best plan is for him to act like a thrall and independently infiltrate Alkam's mansion (or whatever he lives in), then gut him when he's lowered his guard. Obviously, this requires incredibly good luck, the kind of acting skills that Iorveth doesn't have, and a large amount of faith that the weird old woman's charm dispelling amulet will work, but it seems slightly less risky than walking in with Astarion, who is very obviously a spawn, in tow.
Iorveth will not say this, because even he knows that this will get him broken up with (?). But he will voice an opinion, because when doesn't he. ]
Maybe you should find a glamour spell that turns your eyes a different color.
[ Wouldn't help with the paleness and the fangs, but it might make Astarion a little less obviously undead. ]
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Things Iorveth doesn't say: he still thinks the best plan is for him to act like a thrall and independently infiltrate Alkam's mansion (or whatever he lives in), then gut him when he's lowered his guard. Obviously, this requires incredibly good luck, the kind of acting skills that Iorveth doesn't have, and a large amount of faith that the weird old woman's charm dispelling amulet will work, but it seems slightly less risky than walking in with Astarion, who is very obviously a spawn, in tow.
Iorveth will not say this, because even he knows that this will get him broken up with (?). But he will voice an opinion, because when doesn't he. ]
Maybe you should find a glamour spell that turns your eyes a different color.
[ Wouldn't help with the paleness and the fangs, but it might make Astarion a little less obviously undead. ]