[ Cat on cat violence. Iorveth wonders how a conversation about a wedding could have gone so sideways, but of course it did; a whistling sigh between his teeth later, he moves closer to Astarion and takes his hand again, squeezing it with the intent to comfort. ]
A lesson not to antagonized winged creatures with claws, [ he notes, watching as Tara huffily starts licking one (very sweet) marshmallow-white paw. "There are limits to the things one can allow others to say," is her very terse reply, to which Gale implores "you call me your pet all the time! Don't think I haven't noticed."
Very offended that she's getting chastised, Tara turns her little nose up. Very Astarion-esque of her, Iorveth (delusionally) thinks. ]
I should fetch you a potion.
[ To Astarion, who's has to put up with a painful leg, burned by the sun, and clawed by Tara, all in the same day. Iorveth would have told anyone else to suck it the fuck up, but Astarion is always the exception to the rule. ]
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A lesson not to antagonized winged creatures with claws, [ he notes, watching as Tara huffily starts licking one (very sweet) marshmallow-white paw. "There are limits to the things one can allow others to say," is her very terse reply, to which Gale implores "you call me your pet all the time! Don't think I haven't noticed."
Very offended that she's getting chastised, Tara turns her little nose up. Very Astarion-esque of her, Iorveth (delusionally) thinks. ]
I should fetch you a potion.
[ To Astarion, who's has to put up with a painful leg, burned by the sun, and clawed by Tara, all in the same day. Iorveth would have told anyone else to suck it the fuck up, but Astarion is always the exception to the rule. ]