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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-06-02 10:29 pm (UTC)

[ Iorveth should probably exercise more caution around red wine, but the gnome looked far too tired to make assassination attempts. Down the hatch the drink goes, alongside generous slices of bread stacked with cheeses and sliced meat. The void yawning in Iorveth's gut that serves as his stomach is grateful for the tribute.

Only minimally distracted by the food, Iorveth tangles ankles with Astarion as he considers the question with raised-brow fondness.
]

Pest extermination usually does. [ The expected (deranged) response. It's also an exaggeration― despite Iorveth's offhanded approach to brutality, he's a pragmatist, not a sadist― but he likes to lean into the character when he can. His own mask of sorts, one he only wears to be funny around Astarion, and not to intimidate.

That said, less insanely:
] But if you hadn't agreed to share my bed that night, I doubt we would be where we are right now.

[ If Astarion's reaction had been "ew gross", it's very likely that Iorveth's budding crush would have been, well, crushed. Funny in hindsight, how much of a turning point that entire night'd been for Iorveth. ]

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