[ With all due respect (which is not much)― ] You couldn't convince me that your brother is fearsome, even if he had a knife to my neck.
[ A slow drawl to deliver an uncharitable assessment about someone who is technically a part of Astarion's very fucked-up family. Iorveth will be nice to Astarion, but that's where his leniency begins and ends.
He returns the thin smile with a flicker of one of his own. Trusting, implicitly, that Astarion will be fine: he's managed well for himself all this time, ducking and weaving and threading through situations with the finesse of a survivor. ]
Later, then. [ As he slips the ring Astarion gifted him into his pocket. ] Don't start your reunion without me.
[ Just in case Astarion gets antsy and decides to muscle through it. A low laugh and one last press of his lips against Astarion's temple, and Iorveth is off. ]
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[ A slow drawl to deliver an uncharitable assessment about someone who is technically a part of Astarion's very fucked-up family. Iorveth will be nice to Astarion, but that's where his leniency begins and ends.
He returns the thin smile with a flicker of one of his own. Trusting, implicitly, that Astarion will be fine: he's managed well for himself all this time, ducking and weaving and threading through situations with the finesse of a survivor. ]
Later, then. [ As he slips the ring Astarion gifted him into his pocket. ] Don't start your reunion without me.
[ Just in case Astarion gets antsy and decides to muscle through it. A low laugh and one last press of his lips against Astarion's temple, and Iorveth is off. ]