[ A light laugh, dry. Head tipped and brow raised: ]
Magistrate Ancunín didn't have creative admirers, then.
[ Too soon? Maybe it'll always be too soon to talk about a past that Astarion can no longer remember. Devastating craters in someone's life will never get smaller, but maybe more distant with time.
It's meant to be light, though. Giving Damris one last nudge with the side of his foot (the tiefling responds with another soft groan), Iorveth tucks his now-beltless robe around himself with one hand and gestures for Astarion to follow him back to their bedroom. ]
Noted, for the future.
[ One day, Astarion will jumpscare Astarion with a flower crown, and it will be the most twee thing he'll ever put on his pretty head. ]
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Magistrate Ancunín didn't have creative admirers, then.
[ Too soon? Maybe it'll always be too soon to talk about a past that Astarion can no longer remember. Devastating craters in someone's life will never get smaller, but maybe more distant with time.
It's meant to be light, though. Giving Damris one last nudge with the side of his foot (the tiefling responds with another soft groan), Iorveth tucks his now-beltless robe around himself with one hand and gestures for Astarion to follow him back to their bedroom. ]
Noted, for the future.
[ One day, Astarion will jumpscare Astarion with a flower crown, and it will be the most twee thing he'll ever put on his pretty head. ]