Hey! you got character development all over my sex scene!
You got sex all over my character development!
They don't blend well,
No, they don't...
Seriously, who wrote this crap?
The sun had set on vergen hours ago but Iorveth still wandered the streets looking for... what? Since Henselt's army had been defeated and the Pontar Valley declared independant, he didn't know where he and the Scoia'tel fit in to the new regime. Most of the citizens looked away, or ushered their children inside when he passed. But others struck up small talk, bought him unsolicited drinks; one particularly emotional (and most likely drunk) dwarf even tried to hug him once. Of course, he had swiftly side-stepped this uncomfortable display but it just underlined the confusion. Vergen herself didn't know how to react to his presence anymore.
He had begun to wear fewer layers of armor, ditching the chainmail tunic and donkeyskin jacket. He couldn't bring himself to leave the leather chestpiece nor his dagger at home. Though he had finally allowed his bow and quiver to stay tucked into a corner of his place in the Elven District. Leaving him in Leather trousers and a simple linen shirt under the leather chestpiece. This was primarily at Saskia's urging, she said it might help him seem less intimidating. He doubted it did much for his public image, as his trademark bandanna was still necessary and his overall demeanor hadn't changed. Although, it did make the summer heat easier to endure.
He found himself at the Mahakam gate for the third time that night and decided he had wandered long enough. He took the long way home just to kill some more time.
His thoughts turned to Saskia, as they often did. She was rarely able to escape the beaurocracy of leadership, and when she did, she made a point to spend that time amongst the commonfolk. He would hang back during these times, it would not gain her any favors to be too familiar with him. But her eye would find him, wherever he was, and give him a nod. He would return it, and wander away to a distant part of town.
"Vergen will not forget the good The Scoia'tel have done," she had announced a few days after her war wounds had healed and she adressed a free Vergen for the first time. "and you will always have a home here." They had all been awarded proper houses for their help defending the city; small, as space was limited, but proper. There had been scattered applause, but mostly silence met this decree. It was widely regarded as her least popular descision, but she held firm, and would hear no dissent on the matter.
He approached his front step at the same time as a group of his Scoia'tel was leaving the house next door. "You're turning in already, Iorveth?" one younger elf asked in dismay "Come out to the pub with us. It's entirely too lovely a night to be sober." Iorveth shook his head, "I shall have to pass, perhaps next time." he said over his shoulder as he pushed his door open and walked inside. "You're nowhere near old enough to be so boring, Commander!" A young elf woman shouted. "Watch yourself, Essa," he called over his shoulder with just a note of amusement in his voice as he closed his door. "And lock your damn door! The thieves are bold here!" another muffled voice called.
Truth be told, Iorveth simply found keys to be an extra annoyance. Besides, he doubted anyone would risk getting on his shit list for the meager posessions he kept in his house. The only thing of value would be his bow, which (being quite recognisable,) would be easy to relocate if nessecary. The bathtub tucked beside the fireplace might be of some value, though it was mostly useless to anybody without a nearby well.
This was one of the few luxaries Iorveth allowed himself, and he would allow few things to delay it. After years of living in the dirt, he relished the fact that he no longer had to put up with matted hair and itchy skin. So he kept a few gallons of water stored at all times so he could bathe whenever the urge took him, which was basically every night.
Almost immediately, he began undoing the buckles on his leather chestpiece between pouring a few containers of cold water in the tub and putting a few others on the fire to boil. A very rare smile curled on his lips as he mixed the hot water in. He shrugged out of his chestpiece and allowed it to clatter around his feet. He untied his linen shirt and shrugged out of it as well. Just as he began to undo the fly on his trousers he heard a floorboard creak behind him.
He froze, as did the intruder behind him.
His dagger was still holstered in his chestpiece. It would take far too long to draw. He decided to stall instead. "Really? Attacking a man with his pants down?" He drawled, looking around for something to use in defense. His eye rested on a pot in the fire, it's bottom glowing red. "I remember a time when even thieves held higher standards than that-" In one swift movement he swept the pot up by the handle, scattering hot embers across the floor, and whirled around to face the intruder.
From the shadows, a cloaked figure lowered her hood, revealing waves of golden hair and intense eyes Iorveth knew well. The momentum was too great to stop, and the handle too hot to hold for much longer, so he was forced to fling the pot into the wall with an incredible bang that seemed to go on for hours as it rolled around on the floor. "My apologies, Saskia, I didn't hear you come in..." He said after the pot finally stopped it's clatter, though apologies didn't seem like quite enough after attempted assault.
Saskia stepped into the firelight, "That's because I came in before you. I should be the one apologizing." She looked behind her at the entrance, "but really, Iorveth, you should lock your door."
She, too, had taken to leaving her armor behind these days. though she was usually dressed more extravagantly than she was now. In fact, it looked as though she had come hastily from her bedchambers and simply thrown a pair of cotton trousers on under her (rather short) nightgown.
He sighed to release some of the leftover adrenaline, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and flung it over his shoulder.
"I didn't mean to spy," Saskia said quickly, realizing that she must look like some kind of peeping tom, "I just couldn't wait for you outside so I came in and then... I just didn't know how to speak up without startling you."
Iorveth waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and kicked the cooling embers back into the fireplace with his bare feet."Your political carreer will suffer if anyone sees you here at this hour..." He told her as he fixed his trousers, which hung dangerously low on his hips. Saskia nodded as she approached, "Which is why nobody saw me." She answered, though she sounded somewhat absent-minded. An uncommon tone for Saskia, who spoke with such conviction and authority otherwise.
Iorveth furrowed his brow and gave her a sidelong glance. She was staring at him, though her eyes struggled to stay focused on his face; kept darting to the side and downward before returning. And she was speaking in such feeble tones. Something was odd. He pulled his shirt over his shoulders and faced her, "What do you need of me?"
She broke herself from her nervous daze and smiled at him, though it looked somewhat forced, "What? I can't just come to talk to an old friend?" She joked as she pulled a chair close to the fireplace. "'Old friend'?" Iorveth repeated, leaning against the mantle and re-tying his shirt across his bare chest. "Does he live close by?" It was meant to be a joke, but there was a hint of bitterness that was impossible to miss.
There was a long silence. "Fine, I'll bite." Iorveth said after a most awkward minute, "What do you want to talk about?" Saskia gave a heavy sigh.
"I require some assistance from someone who already knows about... me." She said, giving him a pointed stare on the last word. without a word further, he strode over to the door and locked it. "What happened?" He asked in a hushed tone, "Did someone see you?"
Saskia shook her head "No, nothing so immediate," She told the floor, "I just realized that there may be a practical flaw in the polymorph power... It wasn't something my father mentioned but... It also really couldn't have been predicted at the time." Iorveth tilted his head and pulled up another chair in front of her. "I'm listening..."
"well..." She rubbed her neck and looked away, "How to explain this?" she muttered.
"The Polymorph isn't perfect, As we witnessed when I was poisoned and Eilhart discovered me..." She began. "And... at some point, people will expect me to take a husband..."
The muscles in Iorveth's jaw clenched and unclenched at the thought. Saskia did not see this, as she could no longer look at him. "And he will expect me to share his bed..." She continued, staring at the dying embers on the floor. Iorveth ran a hand over his face, "and produce little lordlings, which, of course, you cannot produce..." He finished, "Perhaps just marry a particularly stupid noble. Humans are squeamish about pregnant women, it wouldn't be hard to fake-"
"No, no, not that... though, good to know you're thinking ahead..." She took a deep breath "The illusion falters when I lose control of my body... such as when I am rendered unconcious, or... possibly..." Her eyes found his, "When in the throes of... bodily pleasure..."
The moment when it clicked was visible on his face. He stared blankly at her in silence. "I would rather test this with someone who would not be terribly surprised at my true form... should it present itself." Saskia spoke very deliberately. She was answered with more silence. "look, I'd test it myself, believe me, I've tried," She dropped her voice even lower, "but I'm not as familiar with this kind of body as you might be... I know you don't really find human women appealing but... perhaps if we doused the fire... I mean, there's no consequence if you refuse-"
"This is a trick." He realized aloud.
"what?"
"This is the work of a very talented and soon to be very dead sorceress," He growled, anger seeping through his voice,"you might even be the real Saskia, put under another spell, I'm not sure-" He stood, hands clenching into fists.
Saskia stood and reached out. "no, Iorveth, it's me-" He snatched her hand away.
"And it is only because you might be using the real Saskia that you're not dead already-" Iorveth hissed, looking into Saskia's eyes, expecting to see the mangled face of Phillipa Eilhart staring back.
"Iorveth!" Saskia barked, indignant. but he continued.
"But know this: You will suffer" He snarled and leaned in close, maintaining eye contact, "I will find you. and I will make you regret this. I won't kill you... I wouldn't dare rob Saskia of that privelage. But when she gets her hands on you" His voice dropped to a venomous whisper "you will regret your very existance."
Warmth suddenly spread through him, starting at his mouth and settling in his chest. It took him a moment to realize that Saskia had grabbed him by the neck and pressed her lips to his. He was too stunned to respond; it was like she were kissing a stone statue.
Logically, this was almost certainly a trap, but every fibre of his being wanted this to be real. Wanted it to be true that it was her and she wanted to kiss him. As his mind and body waged war over how to react, he remained frozen to the spot, still holding her wrist.
Her hand slipped down his neck to his chest as she pulled away. She could feel his heart pounding madly against his ribs, but his face remained expressionless. She waited with baited breath for a reaction, but no reaction came.
"I... I'm sorry. This was a mistake, it was wrong for me to-" Saskia said after a long moment. She shook her head and turned away, "I'm just going to go, forget I was here-" His grip on her wrist tightened and pulled her ever so slightly closer. For what was probably the third time in his centuries-long life, he found himself completely unable to conjure words; but he couldn't let her just leave either... not yet.
"You require my help?" He finally forced out. She nodded and took a step closer, "There isn't anyone else I could trust with this."
His hand wandered of it's own accord and found a lock of her hair laying in front of her shoulder. He brushed it away, revealing the graceful cuve of her collarbone. He was suddenly aware that she was mere inches from him. He searched her features for any small sign of manipulation, though he had no idea what to look for in the first place. She no longer avoided his gaze; she stared right back at him unwaveringly. "If this is a trick, it is a singularly cruel one," He breathed in resignation and closed the miniscule gap between them. He was gentle at first, but he steadily grew hungrier after the first taste.
She returned his ferocity with surprising enthusiasm; pushing him up against the warm stone of the fireplace and biting his lip. Her teeth were ever so slightly sharper than that of a true human, not so much so that they drew blood, but just enough to remind him of her place on the food chain. As she released his lip to move on to his throat, something between lust and primal fear stirred deep within him.
While she looked like a mundane (though stunningly beautiful) woman, she was, in fact, a top predator. She could tear him apart with about as much effort as it took to skin a rabbit. It was thrilling to finally be with someone more dangerous than himself.
He rested his head against the stone hearth to grant her access to his throat. She pulled viciously at the knot that kept his shirt closed. As the fabric fell away, she ran her hands across his bare, hairless skin. He let out a quiet sigh at her touch. It had been much longer than he preferred since he'd felt the hand of a woman.
As she kissed his neck, his hands found the bottom of her nightgown and slipped under the fabric. She was much warmer than any other woman he'd known. Her skin was smooth and hot like silk wrapped around embers. He allowed his hands to travel across her flared hips and up her ribcage, lifting the nightgown with them.
"Shall I dim the fire?" she asked as she bit his ear.
"Don't you dare." He whispered back.
As he brushed against her breasts, she bit her lip to stifle an uncharacteristically girlish squeal. He chuckled softly. It was easy to forget that she was a virgin (at least in this body) and even the more modest sensations were new to her. She disdained the title, and held no sentimental value to the status, he knew, but it gained her favor with some who would otherwise be uncomfortable with a woman in power. A virgin was godly, pure, and most importantly, just non-threatening enough for fools to think they could control her. Perhaps that was also part of the reason she seemed so eager for it to be a political title only.
In fact, perhaps too eager...
He carressed her breast with one hand and pulled her in for another kiss with the other. Her hands had their own plans. They slid down to his ever-tightening trousers. As one pulled the drawstring loose the other plunged inside without hesitation and immediately found what it sought.
Iorveth took a very sharp breath and, with some generous application of will power, guided her hand back up his body. "Not quite yet..." he smirked through their kiss, "though I must admire your enthusiasm."
"And why not yet?" she cooed, sliding her thigh between his legs, "If my understanding on the subject is correct, you certainly appear ready." He stifled a groan as he enjoyed the gentle pressure she applied, he also silently thanked the powers that be that she at least knew what parts to be tender with.
"I am. More so than you even realize," he sighed, "You, however, need a little more attention..." He grabbed her backside and pulled her against his hip tighter. She rewarded him with a moan that sent a tingle of adrenaline down his spine. He decided he needed better access to her as soon as possible.
He ran his hand down her thigh and untangled it from his own so he could pick her up and carry her to the bed on the opposite wall. She held tightly to him with her legs and pulled him back into her lips with her hands on both of his ears. As they neared the bed, he began to lose his balance and fell onto the mattress on top of her.
Her hands now free, Saskia pulled the shirt from Iorveth's shoulders and he shrugged out of it for her. If he hadn't been fast enough, she may well have simply torn it from his body. He swiftly returned the favor by slipping her nightgown off over her head. The heat of her skin beckoned him to touch and kiss every inch of her he could find. In certain places she would arch her back and grab the furs above her head that covered the feather mattress. He would linger there just long enough to enjoy the sound of her breath growing ragged, then continue his path downwards.
He lingered at her breasts primarily for his own pleasure, though she certainly had no complaints. He held one in his hand while he took the other in his mouth. She pressed her chest into him and threw her head back. An unstifled moan escaped her throat.
He slid his free hand behind her to hold her against him, while the other played with her nipple for a moment longer before proceeding south. His hand found it's way to the drawstring on her pants then gently found it's way inside. "No fair... you won't let me do the same" she moaned. He smirked and gently tugged at her nipple with his teeth "You'll thank me in a moment"
She let out a sudden gasp when his fingers found their target; making small, calculated circles. She was hot to the touch and certainly damp but nowhere near ready. That would be remedied in good time.
She writhed against him and pulled him away from her breast to kiss him again. Her tounge invaded his mouth and her hand slipped under his bandana to grab his hair.
It wasn't like she hadn't seen his disfigurement before, she knew well what he looked like, but a moment of panic rippled through him as he felt the cloth begin to slip from his face; He just didn't want her to see him like that. Not now. He pulled away and used her shoulder to pull the bandanna back over his scar. Then, smoothly as he could, he dove back in to kiss her neck; lest the moment be ruined. Though it didn't go unnoticed.
He returned to kiss her lips once more, this time her hand stayed at his neck. Meanwhile, he slipped a finger inside her. she bucked and gasped against him, her fingers involuntarily curled, scratching her nails against his neck. He moaned half in pain half in ectasy. While he had never gotten a complaint from his past partners he had also never had one enjoy him as much as she was right now.
He toyed with her until she had soaked through her smallclothes and he could feel her pulse as she steadily tightened around his fingers. As he extracted his hand from her trousers, she shuddered and whimpered in pleasure. "Now," he sighed in her ear, "Now I think you might be ready..." He slid down her body as he pulled her trousers and smallclothes off her legs.
Her thighs were pale and slick. as he pulled her clothes free and tossed them aside, he couldn't resist the urge to taste her milky white skin. Her toes pointed and flexed as he kissed and licked his way up her thigh to the source of the moisture on her skin.
He had never been with a human woman before, and the patch of hair on her mound was, admittedly, a little bit of an obsticle. Elves didn't grow any body hair, so he had no idea what to do with this anomolous little bit of fuzz. He certainly wasn't going to let it stop him though.
He ran his fingers through her lower hair like he would anywhere else and began sucking and licking at her folds below it. She cried out in ectasy and chewed her knuckles to keep from getting any louder. In the back of his mind he knew that the walls were thin, and he often heard the muffled exploits of his neighboring Scoia'tel, thusly, they could likely hear the commotion here as well. But, he reasoned, they had all left for the night anyway... and he wanted to hear her scream for him.
He grabbed her backside and pushed her into his tounge, then slid his hands up to carress her flanks and stomach. She draped her legs over his shoulders and ran her hands over his forearms. When he found a spot that was particularily amazing for her, she squeezed his arms and her thighs quivered.
Suddenly, her breathing became erratic and she twitched and writhed uncontrollably. He thought he heard a very low and very quiet hum coming from her chest but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of her stifled cries of pleasure. He knew better than to look up or stop at a time like this so he held her hips down to keep her from injuring herself on his teeth and continued. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a faint golden glow seep through the skin on her thighs. Then, as suddenly as it began, it was gone. Her body relaxed and she released his arms.
"Was... was that it?" She panted.
Iorveth rose from his knees and simply stood, admiring the sight before him. Saskia lay, her arm draped over her face as her breasts rose and fell with heaving breath. her fingers and toes and lips colored a deep rose with surging blood. The firelight danced in her hair and around the most tantalizing curves of her body. She moved her arm to look at him, her amber eyes ablaze in the dim light.
"Iorveth?" She called him back to reality. He shook himself from his reverie and met her gaze, "You are stunning..." He told her. She smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to the bed beside her. "You didn't answer my question." she said as she swung herself atop him, stradling his hips.
Her body was sensitive like a virgin, true, but her eyes held a confidence that virgins didn't know. She sat tall in her nakedness, no shame nor urge to hide herself. Now that the ambiguity over wether or not he would agree was settled, she looked wherever she pleased and her gaze did not falter. She watched her own hand as it traveled from his chest to his navel and came to trace a line of muscle definition on his hip. she bit her lip as she traced that crease downward toward the lip of his trousers.
"Perhaps it was not..." Iorveth finally answered her as he ran his hands along her powerful but smooth thighs, "many mortal women can have more than one if the mood so takes her, each more powerful than the one before. the first one is usually the least intense..." He ran his thumb across a most sensitive fold and smirked as she moaned and ground herself against his still rigid manhood inside his trousers. "If you want more, I will gladly give you more..." He began to push himself up but she playfully shoved him back to the mattress.
She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand while she hungrily kissed him; biting his lip and licking the taste of herself off his chin. "but you've been so generous lately," she cooed in his ear, "and so very shy..." she slid her free hand down his body and into his trousers again, but this time deliberately dancing her fingertips around him.
He sighed and rolled his body against her hand. She ran her tounge across his throat and ever so gently ran a fingertip across the length of his shaft. "I think it's my turn to give..." she whispered as his eye fluttered shut and groan rumbled in his throat. She gently ran her fingers along him, just enough to tease, and slowly began to kiss down his body.
She released his wrists and slid his pants off as she made her way down. When they were tossed aside, she tossed her hair back, and smiled hungrily at him, though she wasn't looking him in the eye. She did have an awful lot of teeth...
He propped himself up up on his elbows and began to tell her "you don't have to do that, I just like... the way... you..." What it was he liked, she would never know. She shielded his flesh from her teeth with her tounge and lips. As she tasted him, his head rolled back and he was, once again, unable to conjure words; only shuddering breaths and moans.
Soon, dispite his best efforts, he began to feel a very familiar shudder run down his spine. It wasn't eminent yet, but his climax was close. He didn't want to finish without ever even entering her.
He pushed himself up to a sitting position and guided her face up to his so he could kiss her. He ran his fingers through her thick waves of gloden hair and pulled her body flush against his. She stradled his hips again and slid herself back and forth across him. A small gasp and cry of pleasure escaped him as her hot, wet flesh slid over him.
He held her close and locked eyes with her. She returned his stare and nodded once. She was ready for him. He lifted her slightly and she tilted her hips. As she came back down they both tensed and cried out, no longer having any concept of a world outside of this bed.
Inside, she was so much warmer than he thought possible. It was very close to being unbearably hot but instead, was incredible. While he reveled in the sensation, Saskia interlaced her fingers with his and pinned him to the mattress again. She rode him hard, using her legs to pull him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. She tried to kiss him once more but even that took more concentration than either of them had. Instead, she just rested her forehead against his as her panting became faster and faster.
A low hum began in her chest again as her cries turned into screams of elation. The vibrations grew louder and more intense until Iorveth could feel them from within her. He felt himself pass the point of no return and gritted his teeth against it.
"It's... it's happening..." Saskia wimpered. Iorveth nodded, "me too, I'm going to..."
"n-no I mean... I'm... I'm changing" She stuttered, notes of panic leaking through her ectasy. This broke him from his climax-clouded mind for just a moment. he opened his eye and saw the same golden light flowing through her veins under her skin, but much, much brighter this time.
"I can't stop it-" She moaned, She opened one eye to look at him. it was now reptilian and firey orange. This house wasn't large enough to conceal her true form, he realized too late. Not to mention that he certainly wouldn't be able to survive the weight of an adult dragon. In the moment, he had completely forgotten why this was happening in the first place.
He couldn't think. he couldn't stop either. He struggled against his foggy mind for a moment before throwing her over so he could be the one on top. He thrust deep, and she grabbed him wherever her hands found purchase, digging into his skin and tearing the bandana off his head, though he was too distracted to notice. He couldn't hold back a yell as he found his release in her, and she in him. The sound that escaped her lips could only be described as otherworldly. It shook the walls, rattled the panes of glass in the windows, and was most certainly heard by anyone within a half a mile of the house.
However, as they both lie there, twitching and spasming in their afterglow, Saskia retained her human shape. The hum faded as did the glow. And when she opened her eyes, they were back to a human shade of amber. She smiled down at Iorveth who looked very close to falling asleep on her chest. "Well that was... potentially fatal." She panted. He nodded lazily and grunted, "worth it."
Saskia giggled and ran her fingers through his limp, silky hair. It began to register to him that this must mean the bandana had fallen off at some point. He slid off her chest and buried the right side of his face in a pillow while trying to discretely feel around for the bandanna.
Saskia was not fooled. She rolled on top of him, pinning his shoulders and playfully tugged at the point of his ear with her teeth. He smiled but did not turn his face.
"Look at me." Saskia said, running a hand along his face.
"I am looking at you." He smirked, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
"Face me, you stubborn jackass"
The smile faded. He shook his head, "You don't really want to see me like that right now."
"Iorveth, I know what you look like" She said, running her hand through his hair again, "I don't frighten that easily-"
"No."
The word hung in the air and bounced off the walls for a long moment. Had Saskia been less aquainted with him, she might have been surprised by the finality Iorveth was able to cram into such a short word. She knew he was skilled in authoritative speech, in fact, he might be the only person she knew to be her equal in that particular talent. During the few occasions in which they had disagreed in the past, it was like watching two mountains trying to knock each other over. Both issuing massive force but nither one budging.
However, it wasn't the force behind his refusal that made her eventually hand the tattered scrap of cloth back to him; it was the shame he thought he could hide behind it.
she politely looked away while he secured the fabric over his face. After it was in place she rolled onto her side next to him, tracing her fingers along the pale scars that criss-crossed his body.
"We really did not plan the logistics of this experiment well..." Saskia said, looking at the low ceiling, "If I had changed you would have gone right through the roof..."
He nodded, "That would have been hard to explain away."
"I don't think you would have lived to have to worry about that..."
"hmm, found dead, arse naked and balls deep in a dragon... I'd rather not be remembered in such a state..."
"But just imagine the tombstone: 'Here lies Iorveth, DragonFucker'"
"... 'DragonFucker' does have a certain ring to it..."
Eventually, after they had both recovered enough to walk without shaking legs. They lit a few candles so they could relocate their clothes. In the new light, Saskia gasped and pointed in horror at Iorveth's pelvic reigon. He couldn't help but laugh as he explained that the blood was just another side-effect of humans losing their virginity.
"well that's just... awful." She said, eyes wide as she looked down at her own bloodied thighs.
He smiled bemusedly and re-warmed water for the bath that he had started earlier. "so how many virginities have you taken to become such an expert?" Saskia asked slyly.
"A few..." Iorveth answered, purpousefully obtuse,"How many suitors did you have before you switched from scales to skins?"
"A few..." She parroted.
After they had cleaned themselves, they sat together in the warm water, legs intertwined, and discussed politics and the future of Vergen. Saskia feared that even if the races were equal, there would still be too great an inbalance of power among the classes. Iorveth told her she was right to be afraid, the human nobility had grown accustomed to hoarding all the power, and few would be willing to distribute it among the commonfolk.
"They won't learn except by example," He explained, "Show them that you can distribute power of government to the people while still maintaining a livable lifestyle. Lead, don't rule."
"excuse me, but I think I've been doing just that." Saskia shot back, kicking water at Iorveth's face. He dodged, "You have... for the most part." He nodded, his face growing serious "But you have already made significant descisions without the consent of the people."
Saskia tilted her head quizzically, "How do you figure?" Iorveth pointed at the wall with the fireplace, "On the other side of that wall, is another house where three of my Scoia'tel live" He said, "And behind us, is even more of my Scoia'tel."
"I know, Iorveth, I zoned these houses to be built, what's your point?" Saskia said dryly.
"But across the street, there lives a D'hoine family whose child looks at me like I'm going to eat him." He continued.
"Elves are herbivorious." She scoffed
"That's not the point."
"Then what is?"
"The way the D'hoine see it, you've released vicious wolves in their backyard then told them that they would just have to learn to live with them."
Saskia took a moment to refelct on the new perspective he had just given her. She shook her head and said, "But, you're not vicious-"
"But I am." He stopped her, "And so are many of my men. I can only control them because I'm vicious... They have been loyal to me so I will not abandon them, but say something happens to me, I fall ill, an accident, any number of mundane things that could kill me... there truly will be vicious beasts prowling Vergen. What then?"
Saskia sat up taller in the tub and confidently said, "Those men will be harshly punished for the crimes they commit. As any criminal in Vergen will be."
Iorveth shook his head, "It's too late by then. citizens will have been murdered by men you invited into the city. Men you took responsibility for by housing and settling here. Now you must share the responsibility of their crimes, as the choice to invite them in was yours and yours alone."
Saskia leaned back and studied Iorveth's face for a long moment. "What are you saying? I should have discarded you after your purpose had been fulfilled? Thrown you to the wolves like Nilfgaard?" she shook her head, "No... No, The Pontar Valley is better than that; Vergen is better than that... and I had hoped you knew that I am better than that."
She stared him down, challenging him to disagree further. He touched her knee, that rested near his hip. "Words cannot express our gratitude, my gratitude, that you have offered us the home that even our own people denied us..." He began, "I care for my men, Saskia, and they have never been happier than they are right now. But I also care about the Pontar Valley and what it represents. Plenty of countries have been founded on beautiful ideals that fell apart when it came time to apply them. If the Pontar Valley is to be run on a system of equality and even distribution of power then all descisions must be made that way, not just the ones that will end with what you want."
"Shall I hold a vote for all immigrants, then?" She shot back sarcastically.
"You know this is different and why." Iorveth said plainly, "you don't need me to explain it to you."
Saskia glowered at him for a moment. No words were spoken but Iorveth knew she was giving him a chance to take it back, to backpedal and pretend nothing had been said at all. He held firm and met her gaze. She shook her head, "I won't throw you out."
"that's not your descision to make... not in the people's Vergen."
She pursed her lips and pulled her legs away from him while she thought for a long moment. "fine," She relented with a sigh, "you're right... The people have a right to decide how much risk they put their children in..."
He knew it was the right thing. It would be hard to tell his men, but they would see reason. The Scoia'tel would make their own way on the fringes of the world, just like they always had. Perhaps one day, when the Pontar Valley proved itself to be a viable government, others would follow suit. They could scatter to other corners of the continent where their faces were unknown and start over, their crimes forgotten in generations of humans past.
No good would come if he lingered. He stood, letting the water roll off him, and strode over to the chairs sitting by the fireplace where his clothes lay. He found himself unable to look back at her as he pulled his trousers on. "Thank you, Saskia, for all-"
"In one month, there will be a vote," She cut him off tersely, "on whether the Scoia'tel will stay in Vergen or if they will be relocated to the ravines outside of town, and be considered their own territory of the Free Pontar Valley. During that time, you will direct your men to be the very face of civic responsibility. You will win the hearts of your neighbors, convince the boy across the street that you are not going to eat him, and in a month the vote will come back that you are to stay precisely where you are." She commanded.
He stared in silence as she stepped out of the bath as well and strode over to him. "Even wolves have the right to live in the wild." She said plainly as she pulled her nightgown over her head. And men have the right to live unhunted. You told me to lead by example... what example do I set if I repay aid with exile? No matter what, the Scoia'tel will live as free men, if not in Vergen then outside of it."
She pulled her cotton trousers on and laced up her boots. Iorveth still couldn't think of anything to say, so he simply dressed beside her in silence.
She threw her cloak over her shoulders and draped the hood over her head. "Oh, and one more thing:" She said, whirling on him, "You are not to scamper away whenever I show up. You will stay and tell me about your experiences and problems like everyone else. Do I make myself clear?"
He nodded, "Crystal."
"Good." She spat, "And I almost forgot-" She roughly grabbed him and pulled him into what she silently vowed would be the last kiss. "You will lock your door so I am not tempted to return for such an inappropriate visit."
Without waiting for his reaction, she turned on her heel and strode out the front door.
Iorveth pulled his keys out of his pocket and immediately tossed them into the fireplace.
I want you all to know that I wrote this specifically for the "DragonFucker" comment
and, you are correct, I did remove a particular scene, but it will be back in later chapters, so don't worry.
fuck that, it was cheesey as hell, don't bring it back!
Fuck you! I like it and I will bring it back when I feel like it's a more appropriate time
you're a sentimental idiot and have no business trying to write badassery
listen here, you little assholes, I will write as I please and I will publish it on the internet because IT MOTHERFUCKING AMUSES ME, ALRIGHT?!
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... well geez, no need to get all crazy about it...