[ Astarion laughs a little, tired but amused, at Iorveth's sullen response. He adores his scowling little fox, fiercely devoted to his pack. It's light, affectionate, and then Iorveth mentions going back and he shoots up, going from horizontal to vertical in an instant. ]
Ow, godsdammit, [ is the first thing he says, because it fucking hurts to move so fast. Then— ]
Don't ever set foot in Athkatla again.
[ Commanding, demanding. He seems to realize his tone after a moment, then adds, in an attempt to soften it: ] Sweetheart.
no subject
Ow, godsdammit, [ is the first thing he says, because it fucking hurts to move so fast. Then— ]
Don't ever set foot in Athkatla again.
[ Commanding, demanding. He seems to realize his tone after a moment, then adds, in an attempt to soften it: ] Sweetheart.