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WHO: Iorveth + Kostos + Sexual Tension
WHAT: Fight training and frustration
WHEN: Waves hands at whatever the DA version of October is I forgot
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: iiiiidek

[ It’s been... some days since Iorveth finally realized he was being hit on and Nell had a good laugh and Kostos had an awkward day. He hadn’t lied about coming back to the topic, but it did take more time than he was expecting. More issues came up than he'd foreseen. More concerns winded their way to the front of his mind that he’d been pushing back.

He’d told them, at the beginning of this, that he doesn’t sacrifice ideals for people. It’s the pillar he’s built himself around, the steadfast principle that gave his soldiers the belief in him to follow him into suicidal situations. For a century, he has been uncompromising, and still, they’d decided to put on a sham of a Chantry wedding, and though they found a means for Iorveth to accept it, that fact alone too a lot of time to unpack. Thranduil even, who’s had so much time to be true to who and what he is. He made the phylactery, he protected the slave master Archon. Were he anyone but an object of such love for Iorveth, he’d have slit his throat at the first one. In truth, he’s already compromised. Already betrayed those who gave their lives for him, for their mission. Iorveth knows in the core of him that he loves them both in an impossible way, but what he isn't so sure of now is if he should. If they should, either. They don't exist in a vacuum, and attachment to someone like Iorveth comes with a far higher cost than the occasional scuffle about foreign slave masters. So, thanks Kostos, for being the spark that inspired Iorveth to pull his head out of his ass and start actually thinking again.

But, that's all been set aside for the time being, an agreement made that's unfortunate for the original spark of this thing, but better than it was before. So, back to Kostos, who Iorveth doesn't actually despise the ways he normally would despise a snarky human sorcerer. Odd, how he keeps finding these humans he's somewhat attached to. Saskia would be proud (oh look, another name that's going to give him a headache with this whole everything unfolding). It’s come around to the regularly scheduled day for combat training with Kostos, and Iorveth shows up as he’d promised, albeit, carrying a cleaned up bear skull, that he tosses to Kostos once he sees him. Catch, broski. ]

Couldn’t take the Vint’s. Went hunting instead.

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[ if iorveth's bandana weren't covering his eyebrows at pretty much all times, kostos could've watched them gradually arching higher and higher as that rant continued on. it's true, that's the most iorveth's heard him say all at once, and with something slightly more compelling than wry witticism. it almost sounded like something iorveth would've spewed, in one of his eight million moments of ranting on stupid social practices. maybe he'd needed to get that out. either way, there's a smirk pulled across his lips by the time kostos finishes, and iorveth barks a laugh. ]

While I doubt my magic will do you any good, [ because he doesn't fucking have anyway, ] I cannot claim innocence from the other part, at least where elves are concerned. But even at home, when my people had given up on freedom, I was still the fool trying to force it after thousands of years.

[ so it evens out to about the same. maybe his tactics and strategies he's shared are things that've already tried, but so is most everything in war, and art, and everything else. it's circumstances and variables that change. he continues that fight here, because iorveth doesn't know what better to do with himself, can't simply be a soldier anymore, can't stomach himself to do nothing for a people so like his own in biology and history. perhaps he's just an idealistic idiot, but he doesn't know how to live any other way.

pacing over to a crate, iorveth tugs on some padded gloves, pulling them on before he takes a stance in front of kostos, holding his palms up like targets. warm up, hit the targets, don't get slapped when Iorveth reaches out a hand to. ]

Do you believe that's all our lives have been? A dream?