Fic title ask game, I like to be early and the first at your door:
I was thinking of playing but was shy. So thanks for encouraging me babe <3
Also I hate you for this <3
His Scoia'tael is acting weird. Iorveth knew he gave off a scary aura, he was used to his people keeping a respectful berth around him, but this is different. There are these looks whenever he approaches, and it's like people are even running away whenever they could.
Ciaran even cringed once while he was taking his orders.
It all becomes clear one day as he clashes blades with Vernon Roche.
"Fuck's sake elf, you reek!" The dh'oine exclaims, and Iorveth is so taken aback that he falls back when he's pushed. Roche, instead of finishing him off, keeps his distance with a frown.
"Well, excuse me for not partaking in a luxurious bath in the forest," he snaps back as he gets up. "I simply hadn't the time."
"Have you not streams around either? I know there's even a ploughin' lake in your area."
Iorveth opens his mouth, but has no answer, so ends up moving his lips like a fish. The Scoia'tael and the Blue Stripes fighting around them have also stopped; his people are looking away, embarrassed, and the humans are snickering.
"Wash yourself before you face me again," Roche says as he sheathes his sword. His men follow his lead- and strangely, so do the Scoia'tael. "Have some dignity."
They turn and leave, and Iorveth is left standing there, mortified... and also reeking, apparently.
Bah. Fine. Time to visit the lake then.
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