[ Trembling tiefling. As Reginald leaves, Astarion wonders what in the hells Damris has to be trembling about. They were his knights in shining armor, practically! They've saved him from an eternal life of misery! What, is he going to complain about it just because they didn't do it perfectly?
Ugh, Damris is so annoying. Petras deserves him in his flock. That's going to be a whole ordeal, actually, so the moment he begins to think about it he pushes it under the rug instead. Like everything that seems like it's going to be hard, he prefers to simply not acknowledge it until given no choice.
He moves his attention to more pleasant things: Iorveth. Blatantly ignoring... whatever Iorveth just said, Astarion gets to work on manhandling him back down so that he can crawl back on top of him, even as pain shoots up his poor, abused leg. Gale will probably come looking for them if they don't show up to the breakfast table in five minutes, but that's fine. He can kiss Iorveth breathless in five minutes. He's very good at it! ]
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Ugh, Damris is so annoying. Petras deserves him in his flock. That's going to be a whole ordeal, actually, so the moment he begins to think about it he pushes it under the rug instead. Like everything that seems like it's going to be hard, he prefers to simply not acknowledge it until given no choice.
He moves his attention to more pleasant things: Iorveth. Blatantly ignoring... whatever Iorveth just said, Astarion gets to work on manhandling him back down so that he can crawl back on top of him, even as pain shoots up his poor, abused leg. Gale will probably come looking for them if they don't show up to the breakfast table in five minutes, but that's fine. He can kiss Iorveth breathless in five minutes. He's very good at it! ]
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