[ In any other situation, maybe he'd notice Iorveth's distinct lack of catlike grace. In this one, he doesn't even give Iorveth the cursory glance that the tiefling does, too laser-focused on the spawn in front of him.
It's like looking in a mirror, in many ways. Something he's wanted to do for ages, but now it only makes him sick to his stomach. He hates what he sees, weak and desperate, and he feels a sudden, strong urge to stab the wretched thing over and over again so that Astarion doesn't have to look at him anymore. ]
Oh, what a long story, [ is far more light and airy than he feels. ] One better told over a glass of wine in our room.
[ The current plan is 'get him up there' and then 'I don't know, we'll wing it'. More detailed than most of his plans. He turns on his heel, tugging Iorveth by the sleeve along with him. ]
Come along.
[ Expectant, like the thought of this tiefling doing anything but what he says is unfathomable. Disdainfully, he thinks that 'no' probably isn't even in the creature's vocabulary. ]
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It's like looking in a mirror, in many ways. Something he's wanted to do for ages, but now it only makes him sick to his stomach. He hates what he sees, weak and desperate, and he feels a sudden, strong urge to stab the wretched thing over and over again so that Astarion doesn't have to look at him anymore. ]
Oh, what a long story, [ is far more light and airy than he feels. ] One better told over a glass of wine in our room.
[ The current plan is 'get him up there' and then 'I don't know, we'll wing it'. More detailed than most of his plans. He turns on his heel, tugging Iorveth by the sleeve along with him. ]
Come along.
[ Expectant, like the thought of this tiefling doing anything but what he says is unfathomable. Disdainfully, he thinks that 'no' probably isn't even in the creature's vocabulary. ]