I'm not pouting, [ he protests, pouting all the while. ] I'm brooding at the very most.
[ Astarion winds his hands around Iorveth's middle, clasping them together behind his back and pulling him closer so he can peer at those sharp, strong features. The corners of his mouth tug up despite himself. ]
But it is terribly difficult to feel sour around you. [ Except for all the times Iorveth has made him feel exasperated or foolish or otherwise emotionally compromised, but those times aren't important right now. ] And watching you twirl that dagger did make me all atingle.
[ "I think they went that way, sir," comes a distant, muffled voice. "Two elves, one missing an eye."
"Oh?" answers back another voice, distinctly masculine, somehow familiar. Astarion's ears practically twitch with recognition, but he can't quite place it. "The Fists appreciate your service to Baldur's Gate." The clinking sound of armored boots against cobblestone grows louder as Astarion raises his eyebrows in recollection. The Fist from Sharess' Caress. The one who'd caught Astarion with his teeth in Iorveth's neck, and whose allegedly dysfunctional cock Iorveth had slandered. ]
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[ Astarion winds his hands around Iorveth's middle, clasping them together behind his back and pulling him closer so he can peer at those sharp, strong features. The corners of his mouth tug up despite himself. ]
But it is terribly difficult to feel sour around you. [ Except for all the times Iorveth has made him feel exasperated or foolish or otherwise emotionally compromised, but those times aren't important right now. ] And watching you twirl that dagger did make me all atingle.
[ "I think they went that way, sir," comes a distant, muffled voice. "Two elves, one missing an eye."
"Oh?" answers back another voice, distinctly masculine, somehow familiar. Astarion's ears practically twitch with recognition, but he can't quite place it. "The Fists appreciate your service to Baldur's Gate." The clinking sound of armored boots against cobblestone grows louder as Astarion raises his eyebrows in recollection. The Fist from Sharess' Caress. The one who'd caught Astarion with his teeth in Iorveth's neck, and whose allegedly dysfunctional cock Iorveth had slandered. ]
—Ah.