[ Iorveth would pinch Astarion's ear for implying that he's horrible, but Damris is, in fact, a little shit, so he lets that one slide. It's also why he feels less sorry for Damris than he should, when the perfectly pleasant veneer of sweet guilelessness freezes awkwardly on the tiefling's pretty face.
"Not at all, really," Damris says through grit teeth, still smiling despite his obvious desire to throttle Astarion into a second grave. "Actually, we have nothing in common. He just happened to be there to..."
Damris doesn't seem to be able to continue, so Iorveth chimes in: ] Help.
[ It must hurt to admit it; Iorveth can see how Damris grits his molars. "Yes, well. I was in a bad situation, and wanted to get out of Athkatla."
Regrouping, he bats his long, long lashes at Linus. "I would have told you, but I didn't want you to worry."
Subtly, subtly (while Linus is busy drawing hearts around his head), Damris slaps both Iorveth and Astarion's legs with his tail. You two better shut the fuck up, basically. ]
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"Not at all, really," Damris says through grit teeth, still smiling despite his obvious desire to throttle Astarion into a second grave. "Actually, we have nothing in common. He just happened to be there to..."
Damris doesn't seem to be able to continue, so Iorveth chimes in: ] Help.
[ It must hurt to admit it; Iorveth can see how Damris grits his molars. "Yes, well. I was in a bad situation, and wanted to get out of Athkatla."
Regrouping, he bats his long, long lashes at Linus. "I would have told you, but I didn't want you to worry."
Subtly, subtly (while Linus is busy drawing hearts around his head), Damris slaps both Iorveth and Astarion's legs with his tail. You two better shut the fuck up, basically. ]