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ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-06-06 12:53 am (UTC)

We'll have to define what 'purity' means to us, [ Iorveth laughs.

The sun is making its slow ascent up towards the sky, which means they need to make a swift retreat. Back to their inn they go, bypassing eerily chipper staff to go back upstairs to their suite, where poor Damris is probably still dissociating on the floor of their study. Iorveth doesn't bother opening the door to check; a quick press of his ear against the door indicates that the tiefling is still in there, and now that the sun is coming up, Damris will have no choice but to stay put.

So. Into the bedroom they go, despite the fact that even the soft mattress and smooth covers don't guarantee that Astarion will trance well today. The only stain on an otherwise perfect evening.

Sitting Astarion on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him to remove the new boots they'd purchased in Waterdeep (the ones that lace up, making Astarion's legs look even longer than they are), Iorveth poses the question:
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Besides the rings and the robes, what would you want from a wedding?

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