essea: (7.)
ɪᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ. ([personal profile] essea) wrote 2024-10-10 05:32 am (UTC)

If he comes anywhere near me with his prick, he's liable to lose it.

[ Not because Iorveth is a prude, but because he isn't interested in being jumpscared by Halsin's Wild Shape, in every sense of those words. A grunt and a huff later, he coaxes himself to roll to the side and swing his legs over the edge of the mattress, using the momentum to sit upright so he can fish his trousers up off of the floor.

As he's putting them on, he spots a shimmering outline peering through a slight crack in the curtain partition: Iorveth squints at it, single eye narrowed, to which the thing responds by sliding through the sliver of space and making itself known with a disarmingly out-of-place jauntiness.

"Hello! You find me here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep, who found it prudent not to interrupt the two of you personally."

Hells. Iorveth reaches instinctively for something to throw at the projection (which he assumes it is), but remembers that a knife will just pass right through it.
]

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