[ Poor Linus. Or not― he might yet be the thing that undoes Damris's skeptical heart. Iorveth watches Astarion breezily offer their excuses regarding the tiefling's very unresponsive state, as charming as he is pretty, and thinks about how glad he is that Astarion takes the mask off when Astarion is around him.
Once Linus starts prying: ] Don't spoil the surprise, love.
[ Implying that there's some sort of sweet confession on the way, and that Linus should wait to hear it from the man currently unconscious (?) and sandwiched between two weird elves. Iorveth's way of subtly demanding that the gatekeep stop asking questions.
Which he... does, partially. However, he starts getting googly-eyed about the whole thing, which is possibly worse.
"The surprise...? Oh. Oh. Gods, I'd always hoped... But he's so lovely, and has so many admirers, I thought that he couldn't possibly. Then again, he's always stopping by the gatehouse at this hour― he knows that I'm permanently on night shift."
Babbling. Iorveth stifles the urge to roll his eye. ]
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Once Linus starts prying: ] Don't spoil the surprise, love.
[ Implying that there's some sort of sweet confession on the way, and that Linus should wait to hear it from the man currently unconscious (?) and sandwiched between two weird elves. Iorveth's way of subtly demanding that the gatekeep stop asking questions.
Which he... does, partially. However, he starts getting googly-eyed about the whole thing, which is possibly worse.
"The surprise...? Oh. Oh. Gods, I'd always hoped... But he's so lovely, and has so many admirers, I thought that he couldn't possibly. Then again, he's always stopping by the gatehouse at this hour― he knows that I'm permanently on night shift."
Babbling. Iorveth stifles the urge to roll his eye. ]