You're a terror, [ Iorveth hums, ] but a dashing one, occasionally.
[ Neither of them are good people, and neither of them have ever wanted to be heroes-- Iorveth is aware. For a long time, all Iorveth expected was for fate to finally catch up to him and for his corpse to be thrown ignobly into a ditch; honestly, he still expects it, to some extent.
Not here, though. Not in Athkatla, and not by a vampire's hands. He flops, on his back and his chin tipped towards the ceiling, chest rising and falling with his inhales and exhales. ]
I'll make myself useful tomorrow. Not tonight.
[ Please let him be sex-brained for a few more hours. He's enjoying the extended afterglow, he finds-- the most uncomplicated he's felt in ages. ]
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[ Neither of them are good people, and neither of them have ever wanted to be heroes-- Iorveth is aware. For a long time, all Iorveth expected was for fate to finally catch up to him and for his corpse to be thrown ignobly into a ditch; honestly, he still expects it, to some extent.
Not here, though. Not in Athkatla, and not by a vampire's hands. He flops, on his back and his chin tipped towards the ceiling, chest rising and falling with his inhales and exhales. ]
I'll make myself useful tomorrow. Not tonight.
[ Please let him be sex-brained for a few more hours. He's enjoying the extended afterglow, he finds-- the most uncomplicated he's felt in ages. ]