[ Astarion opens his mouth to say something, and— ]
Gods! [ Iorveth hacks up bright red blood all over their fancy floor. His eyebrows shoot up, and in an instant he rounds the chair to crouch next to Iorveth, placing a hand on his shoulder. He can smell the mix of blood-bile from here. Oh, it's gross. ] What in the hells—
[ He suddenly remembers that they aren't alone, and his eyes shoot up, locked on the tiefling. His free hand fumbles to unsheathe his dagger, and he holds it out in warning. ] Don't come any closer or I'll gut you.
[ Although that would probably be a mercy, really, if he's (un)living a life that's anything like the one Astarion used to have. He doesn't care. All he wants is this awful creature away from them while Iorveth is vulnerable. ]
Darling. [ A furious shake of Iorveth's shoulder. ] Say something.
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Gods! [ Iorveth hacks up bright red blood all over their fancy floor. His eyebrows shoot up, and in an instant he rounds the chair to crouch next to Iorveth, placing a hand on his shoulder. He can smell the mix of blood-bile from here. Oh, it's gross. ] What in the hells—
[ He suddenly remembers that they aren't alone, and his eyes shoot up, locked on the tiefling. His free hand fumbles to unsheathe his dagger, and he holds it out in warning. ] Don't come any closer or I'll gut you.
[ Although that would probably be a mercy, really, if he's (un)living a life that's anything like the one Astarion used to have. He doesn't care. All he wants is this awful creature away from them while Iorveth is vulnerable. ]
Darling. [ A furious shake of Iorveth's shoulder. ] Say something.