[ "Don't be dramatic", Iorveth might have scoffed in the past. Now that he doesn't have to assume the worst about Astarion, he assumes that the distress isn't just for theater.
The din continues just beyond the alley, and Iorveth pulls Astarion closer to him in the shadows. Anyone passing by and glancing in will just see two forms pressed together, and hopefully assume that they're looking at something that they don't want to interrupt.
Combing his fingers through silver bangs: ] Vexingly beautiful. [ Offhanded, almost. Like it doesn't even need saying, because it's so obvious. ] ...Just a slight singe. Requires barely a trim.
[ Two careful snips with a scissor, he gauges. ] Will it grow back?
[ He remembers Astarion saying that his hair won't grow out, but Iorveth wonders if his physical form returns to the state it was when he went into stasis all those centuries ago. Unsure what capabilities of regeneration a vampire spawn has, Iorveth tries to soothe frayed nerves by pressing his lips to Astarion's forehead. ]
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The din continues just beyond the alley, and Iorveth pulls Astarion closer to him in the shadows. Anyone passing by and glancing in will just see two forms pressed together, and hopefully assume that they're looking at something that they don't want to interrupt.
Combing his fingers through silver bangs: ] Vexingly beautiful. [ Offhanded, almost. Like it doesn't even need saying, because it's so obvious. ] ...Just a slight singe. Requires barely a trim.
[ Two careful snips with a scissor, he gauges. ] Will it grow back?
[ He remembers Astarion saying that his hair won't grow out, but Iorveth wonders if his physical form returns to the state it was when he went into stasis all those centuries ago. Unsure what capabilities of regeneration a vampire spawn has, Iorveth tries to soothe frayed nerves by pressing his lips to Astarion's forehead. ]