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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-05-13 03:02 am (UTC)

[ Can he walk. For the first time since this whole ordeal started, Iorveth actually- with no small amount of trouble- wheeze-laughs through his teeth, wildly amused by the question. "Hey babe, so, I know you're poisoned, but I really need you to get up and come to a vampire's lair with me anyway." (Paraphrasing. Iorveth knows that Astarion cares.)

It's insane. He loves it. He will cite this in the future as yet another moment out of many moments where he looked at Astarion and thought 'yeah, he's the one'.

Many constitution saving throws later and through the power of sheer, unhinged obstinacy, Iorveth slowly makes himself vertical again and wipes the corner of his bloody mouth with the back of his hand.
]

With you, beloved- anywhere.

[ He sways, but recovers enough to make it seem intentional; a gentle list that has him rub his forehead against Astarion's hair. The tiefling looks incredibly freaked out by the whole situation unfolding in front of him, and it's hard to tell whether he's unnerved by the deranged elf or the dagger still being held in Astarion's hand. Both, probably.

"I... if I do this, you're going to have to protect me from Lord Alkam," he stutters. "Please, he can't know. You have to let me leave with you."
]

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