essea: (45.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-06-05 03:42 am (UTC)

[ All this talk of debauchery, and all Iorveth really wants to do for the rest of his life is wake up every morning (yes, morning― they'll have the sun) with Astarion's face tucked near his, their arms a pleasant tangle. An unspeakable luxury, to wake up without uncertainty and safe in someone's company.

Iorveth quirks a brief smile, and nods.
]

I'll take the rest back. [ 'The rest' being a solitary slice of bread and a few slices of cold cuts for a post-trance snack. He isn't planning on depleting stamina in favor of sex either, with or without the tiefling in their room― they'll need every advantage they can get.

So. Payments, and another quick acknowledgment to the two women who have been very generous to them despite their nosiness. Iorveth makes a show of lacing fingers with Astarion again, just to hear them giggle.
]

―Before we return, [ Iorveth remembers, ] we'll need to find somewhere to toss those gruesome charms.

[ He could've asked the poor gnome proprietor to burn them in his oven, but he might get cursed or something, and that would be a poor way to repay the man for his nice cake. ]

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