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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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[exequy]

[ Kostos catches it relatively smoothly, despite the startled flicker on his face, and turns it the few degrees and lifts it the few inches necessary to look it in the empty eye sockets like he's searching for a soul. He doesn't say thank you again, because he already said it last time they talked, and he's kind of a dick. But he does smile at it, which is rarer than minding his manners. Minimal chipping. Good teeth.

He's going to bedazzle the fuck out of it. ]

There is always later.

[ Obviously he wouldn't really want the Vint's skull. He'd give it to his brother. Obviously.

—and that's the extent of what he's thinking. No crises of identity or morality or romance on his end. He's mostly forgotten about the earlier conversation, until just now, as he's putting the skull down on the nearest bench, looking at Iorveth, and remembering he looks like... that. Like that, and like trouble, which is more important than bone structure.

We're coming back to this. That's what he said. But this isn't the first time Kostos has been stuck living in a fortress with a hundred-odd people, at least a few of whom were not interested in slipping into an alcove with him just because he made some lazy overture. It's actually the third time he's been stuck living in a fortress etc., not counting the first one, because he was too young and religious to be slipping into alcoves with anyone there. If Iorveth pretends that conversation never happened, Kostos will maybe, probably, follow his lead. Or will have every honorable intention of doing so and then snap. Whichever.

He takes off his jacket and puts it next to the skull. ]

Does that mean you lost?