[ Sweet summer Linus is Iorveth's inverse: sincere to a fault, incredibly unparanoid, probably a little stupid. Emotions come easily to him, given his emphatic response to the suggestion that they go outside－ "yes! Gods, my working night shifts meant that I only got to see you after sunset. But we're not beholden to my schedule anymore!"
He beams, the poor idiot. Iorveth spots the flutter of anxiety that runs through Damris again, a tremor that travels from his hands up to his shoulders.
"Don't be inconsiderate", Damris snaps at Astarion, still managing to keep the strained smile on his face. "Linus was just outside, looking for the tower. He should sit down and rest."
Another tail-slap, this time to their feet. Iorveth considers stomping on the tapered end of it, but decides to pull Astarion closer to him instead, keeping him propped against his side. ]
Either way, an honest discussion would be worth having, [ he drawls. Emphasis on honest. Unlike Linus, he'd hated when Astarion tried to curry favour; he was glad when the mask came off. ]
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He beams, the poor idiot. Iorveth spots the flutter of anxiety that runs through Damris again, a tremor that travels from his hands up to his shoulders.
"Don't be inconsiderate", Damris snaps at Astarion, still managing to keep the strained smile on his face. "Linus was just outside, looking for the tower. He should sit down and rest."
Another tail-slap, this time to their feet. Iorveth considers stomping on the tapered end of it, but decides to pull Astarion closer to him instead, keeping him propped against his side. ]
Either way, an honest discussion would be worth having, [ he drawls. Emphasis on honest. Unlike Linus, he'd hated when Astarion tried to curry favour; he was glad when the mask came off. ]