essea: (7.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2025-06-24 01:19 am (UTC)

i'm gonna be so mad if he's in witcher 4 and they make him pretty

[ Wise (?) cleric grandfather is trying to teach these elves a thing or two about having relationships based on trust and space, and trying to reassure them that he has grown old with someone in a very manageable and very loving manner, but apparently the task is like trying to climb up a fully-oiled mountain.

Therapy sessions will cost the pair extra, so Reginald wisely (???) backs off, dislodging Iorveth from his front to let him list against Astarion again.

"Just a suggestion, my lad," he winks again, before addressing Iorveth's slightly-woozy state. "And yes, he'll be fine- fixing a concussion usually tends to make patients a little, hm, loopy. Brains are delicate things, after all. Try to keep him from doing anything too demanding for the next day or so. Best to stay inside and not be anywhere too bright!"

Patting Iorveth on the head, as if he's a big sullen dog. Iorveth opens his eye (he'd hardly noticed he'd closed it) and glares at the halfling with as much venom as he can muster.
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Gods, you chatter. [ Says Iorveth, who is deeply in love with a serial yapper. It's fine when Astarion does it, because he loves Astarion. ] Thank you for your assistance, cleric, but you're fast overstaying your welcome.

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