[ Reached for, Iorveth obliges by knitting his fingers with Astarion's, drawing a step closer without stepping into the radius of Cazador's ruined corpse. (Even completely dead, Cazador manages to put a damper on things. Figures.) ]
Don't speak too soon. I could find a way.
[ Slap a bandana on Astarion, give him ill-fitting clothes to wear in various shades of beige. Unspeakable torture－ Iorveth is a criminal. A brief distraction from the very pressing issue of releasing hungry vampires into the wild; Iorveth allows a sliver of a smile to linger on his scarred lips, tired and exasperated but impossibly fond.
Again, he's proud of Astarion, for whatever that's worth. For better or for worse, he's decided. Iorveth grips Astarion's hand a little tighter, and nods. ]
If I die down here, [ he hums, ] at least I'll be dying in good company.
no subject
Don't speak too soon. I could find a way.
[ Slap a bandana on Astarion, give him ill-fitting clothes to wear in various shades of beige. Unspeakable torture－ Iorveth is a criminal. A brief distraction from the very pressing issue of releasing hungry vampires into the wild; Iorveth allows a sliver of a smile to linger on his scarred lips, tired and exasperated but impossibly fond.
Again, he's proud of Astarion, for whatever that's worth. For better or for worse, he's decided. Iorveth grips Astarion's hand a little tighter, and nods. ]
If I die down here, [ he hums, ] at least I'll be dying in good company.