[ Astarion leans over to kiss Iorveth's forehead before he forces himself up and away from this very appealing sight. If he stays, he'll crawl into bed with Iorveth, and if he crawls into bed with Iorveth, he'll trance. So he tears himself away, peeking in to make sure Damris looks well-bound before making his way downstairs. He plays a few games of cards at the bar. Cheats at all of them, but only gets accused once. Well, I've never been so offended in my life, he says before pretending to storm out into the now-nighttime in a huff.
Athkatla is lively at night. He first makes his way to a few of the smaller stalls, making pleasant conversation as he peruses their wares. He buys a bottle of scented oil because, well, he too is a red-blooded male (it's for my hair, of course, he tells the sweet old lady selling it). He asks around for the fanciest jewelry shop in the city, then, and spends about an hour harassing the jeweler about finding the shiniest ring he has.
The place is near the gate to the Scepter District, and poor Linus is on duty at the gate. Astarion swivels around the moment he notices him, but the shock of silver hair must be difficult to forget. "Sir!" he calls out. "Is Damris all right? I haven't seen him come back, and... well, I've been saving a bouquet for him." ]
Oh, gods, [ Astarion says, disgusted at the sweetness of it all. Linus tilts his head in confusion, and he corrects himself: ] I mean, oh, gods, he really must be nervous to confess! Well, I'd best be off.
[ "A-are you sure that's all it is?" Linus calls after him, but he's already scurrying away, making a beeline for purple pennants in the distance. ]
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Athkatla is lively at night. He first makes his way to a few of the smaller stalls, making pleasant conversation as he peruses their wares. He buys a bottle of scented oil because, well, he too is a red-blooded male (it's for my hair, of course, he tells the sweet old lady selling it). He asks around for the fanciest jewelry shop in the city, then, and spends about an hour harassing the jeweler about finding the shiniest ring he has.
The place is near the gate to the Scepter District, and poor Linus is on duty at the gate. Astarion swivels around the moment he notices him, but the shock of silver hair must be difficult to forget. "Sir!" he calls out. "Is Damris all right? I haven't seen him come back, and... well, I've been saving a bouquet for him." ]
Oh, gods, [ Astarion says, disgusted at the sweetness of it all. Linus tilts his head in confusion, and he corrects himself: ] I mean, oh, gods, he really must be nervous to confess! Well, I'd best be off.
[ "A-are you sure that's all it is?" Linus calls after him, but he's already scurrying away, making a beeline for purple pennants in the distance. ]