essea: (32.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-05-24 02:27 pm (UTC)

[ Hm. Point. Damris hadn't even brought a knife along with him earlier last night, which lends credence to Astarion's claims about the amount of power (little to none) that a spawn is permitted to wield.

Annoying. If not Damris, then what? Still, Iorveth would feel more secure having done his due diligence, so he takes that held hand and presses his lips to the back of Astarion's hand, kissing along the knuckles as he carefully dislodges the chin resting on his shoulder so that he can get up out of bed.
]

'Light questioning'. [ He hums, not wanting to conjure further unwanted associations from Astarion's past. ] ...If nothing else, the tiefling may have heard of his master's attempts to take your cloak. He may know something useful about how to approach the crone.

[ Your cloak, Iorveth says. Because it is. He's decided that it'll be Astarion's, so it will be.

A light squeeze, and then:
] You could stay in bed, but I'd not say no to having protection.

[ Vampire spawn and being crafty, etc. Iorveth's pride would never allow him to ask for something as ridiculous as protection from anyone but Astarion. ]

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