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WHO: Iorveth + Yoooou
WHAT: Iorveth crawling out of his anti-social break up hole and getting his violent SJW groove on
WHEN: February - March
WHERE: Alienage + the Gallows
NOTES: nooot really anything tbh

ALIENAGE;

[ after ghislain, iorveth vanished into his home in the alienage for a long period of time. not only had it been a battle lost, but one he'd failed to fight to the fullest, for reasons he wasn't entirely ashamed of, and that, in and of itself, is a bad sign. not for most people, no, it isn't wrong to divide your attention between ones you love and war you're waging, but for Iorveth? it's everything that makes him who he is, who he's sworn to be, who so many good souls have perished in the name of.

he cannot give his whole self to war when part of it stays on the battlefield, and he cannot give his whole self to a man and woman looking to build a life when his own selfish drives might rob them of a loved one in something so simple as this:

spitting at the ground when a human guard passes him by in the alienage.

to convince himself he'd done the right thing, he's buried himself in living among these people, working with them, building their community, listening to them, hunching his shoulders and hiding in the crowds of them. many still see him as an outsider, and iorveth doesn't blame them for it. he is. he's not lived their life, even if his had been vastly similar, but he's committed to doing better in this place. so he waits, and he gives, and he goes out hunting for long weekends and brings back food and furs and firewood. he sets up tools and logs outside his home and saws at it, sands at it, builds simple things, like benches and tables and bedframes. iorveth's no great carpenter, but he understands function.

that's what he's doing when the guards pass by, and it could be considered coincidence - just a man at work catching something gross in his throat, happening to spit it out at an unfortunate time. but these guards know him by now. they know where he's from and who he is and what he's said and they've seen him staring at them, eye to eye, unflinching, as if waiting to be called out just for looking with too little fear. it isn't seen as a coincidence, because it isn't, and it's the last straw. one of the guards comes marching over to him, ready for confrontation. ]

DIVINE ELECTION STUFF;

[ it's one of his less frequent trips near the gallows that brings him past the chantry, where propaganda for one Divine candidate or the other is being called out. a crier for Benedetta, in particular, seems to be getting on Iorveth's fucking nerves, shouting something about non-Andrastians, yada yada, conversions, yada blah.

and he just happens to be in the mood to be a fucking prick. one of those douchebags, you know?

raising his arms up dramatically, he starts to shout as he passes: ]

Aen me Glaeddyv, zvaere a Bloedgeas, Ard Rhena - Glorsann aʼAelirenn!

[ it isn't even an actual prayer, but the way he says it, it sure does sound like it. iorveth's just begging for someone to hit him at this point. ]

WILDCARD;

[ idk man hit me ]