[ A little distant, almost confused, like he doesn't understand how this could possibly be. Good things don't just happen, not without a catch, and yet one just has. He'd expected to feel elated, but he mostly feels dumbfounded.
He wraps his arms around Iorveth tightly, squeezing, like a more pleasant way of pinching oneself. Iorveth feels very solid and real, his breaths audible, heartbeat palpable when their chests are together. It must be reality, then, and not some ridiculous fantasy or horrible dream where the rug is about to be pulled out from under him.
Astarion laughs, a little hysterically. ]
This cloak is hideous.
[ It would be his fucking luck that the ugliest cloak is also the cloak. ]
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[ A little distant, almost confused, like he doesn't understand how this could possibly be. Good things don't just happen, not without a catch, and yet one just has. He'd expected to feel elated, but he mostly feels dumbfounded.
He wraps his arms around Iorveth tightly, squeezing, like a more pleasant way of pinching oneself. Iorveth feels very solid and real, his breaths audible, heartbeat palpable when their chests are together. It must be reality, then, and not some ridiculous fantasy or horrible dream where the rug is about to be pulled out from under him.
Astarion laughs, a little hysterically. ]
This cloak is hideous.
[ It would be his fucking luck that the ugliest cloak is also the cloak. ]