[ Time has simply lost all meaning: the last time Iorveth saw sun was to torture Damris with it, and his circadian rhythm has been monumentally fucked since leaving Baldur's Gate. It really is a good thing that he's had more than a few decades to acclimate to horrible lifestyles. A saner man might have started losing his mind (ha).
Nuzzling into that hand, he presses his lips to the cradle of Astarion's fingers. ]
That surprises you, does it. [ This would have sounded far more sarcastic before; now, it just sounds like a dry tease. ] ―I wished to be the first thing you saw when you woke up.
[ A pleased hum, reciprocated. Early-morning flirting, as he pinches the tip of a pointed ear. No intention for anything to get hot or heavy, but laying it on thick anyway. The perks of being smitten.
He hears footsteps coming up the stairs: two different strides, a pitter-patter of light feet and longer strides to catch up. Reginald and Gale again? Maybe they're here for Damris. Whatever. He wants to savor a sleepy Astarion for a little while longer, so he nuzzles again and slides one hand up the back of Astarion's shirt, just for some extra skin-on-skin. ]
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Nuzzling into that hand, he presses his lips to the cradle of Astarion's fingers. ]
That surprises you, does it. [ This would have sounded far more sarcastic before; now, it just sounds like a dry tease. ] ―I wished to be the first thing you saw when you woke up.
[ A pleased hum, reciprocated. Early-morning flirting, as he pinches the tip of a pointed ear. No intention for anything to get hot or heavy, but laying it on thick anyway. The perks of being smitten.
He hears footsteps coming up the stairs: two different strides, a pitter-patter of light feet and longer strides to catch up. Reginald and Gale again? Maybe they're here for Damris. Whatever. He wants to savor a sleepy Astarion for a little while longer, so he nuzzles again and slides one hand up the back of Astarion's shirt, just for some extra skin-on-skin. ]