[ As he pulls his shirt over his head, his hair gets even more disheveled. He pats it with a hand, feeling for the errant strands sticking up, before he begins to smooth it down with his fingers. Only Iorveth is allowed to see him like this, fresh from his trance and entirely uncoiffed. ]
Hm, [ is his only reply. It's doubtful, he thinks, that any of their group is jealous of the time he spends with Iorveth. If anything, they're probably grateful that Iorveth has taken over vampire-minding duty. It's too early for insecurity, though, so he says, ] You know, I always thought she had a schoolgirl fancy for me.
[ Not. She's been obsessed with Lae'zel in one way or another since their band of misfits first met. She would have called it hatred, but Astarion has found that thinking endlessly of someone because they irritate you isn't so far from thinking endlessly of them because you adore them.
Tucking his shirt in, he adds, ] Take those vampire hunting supplies along, will you? There's no telling what we might find.
[ Freed spawn, perhaps, who are very angry with him and very hungry. ]
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Hm, [ is his only reply. It's doubtful, he thinks, that any of their group is jealous of the time he spends with Iorveth. If anything, they're probably grateful that Iorveth has taken over vampire-minding duty. It's too early for insecurity, though, so he says, ] You know, I always thought she had a schoolgirl fancy for me.
[ Not. She's been obsessed with Lae'zel in one way or another since their band of misfits first met. She would have called it hatred, but Astarion has found that thinking endlessly of someone because they irritate you isn't so far from thinking endlessly of them because you adore them.
Tucking his shirt in, he adds, ] Take those vampire hunting supplies along, will you? There's no telling what we might find.
[ Freed spawn, perhaps, who are very angry with him and very hungry. ]