[ More chatter, this time about how Delia envies a couple that can take risks, and how unhealthy it is that Henrik is taking his work everywhere with him. Henrik is trying to counter with his vague recollections about a one-eyed terrorist, to which he's met with an onslaught of fresh reprimands: "oh, now you're giving the poor elf a hard time about his face?! I can't believe you!"
Iorveth staggers outside the door, but not without a quick: ] I suggest you find someone with a functional cock, [ which is probably not the wisest thing he could've said, given that he is now Henrik's public enemy number one, but Iorveth doesn't care. If they ever meet outside this brothel, it's Henrik's head, not his. So says the loudest and meanest elf in any given room.
He meanders across walkways and down flights of stairs, past the cat manning the front counter and out onto the street. To bystanders, he's sure they look like a pair of lovers who have done something stupid in a den of debauchery, and they're not wrong― he barks a short laugh, slightly brittle from adrenaline and paranoia, but a laugh nevertheless. ]
Not our finest moment, [ he huffs. ] My stupidity almost cost you your head. Apologies.
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Iorveth staggers outside the door, but not without a quick: ] I suggest you find someone with a functional cock, [ which is probably not the wisest thing he could've said, given that he is now Henrik's public enemy number one, but Iorveth doesn't care. If they ever meet outside this brothel, it's Henrik's head, not his. So says the loudest and meanest elf in any given room.
He meanders across walkways and down flights of stairs, past the cat manning the front counter and out onto the street. To bystanders, he's sure they look like a pair of lovers who have done something stupid in a den of debauchery, and they're not wrong― he barks a short laugh, slightly brittle from adrenaline and paranoia, but a laugh nevertheless. ]
Not our finest moment, [ he huffs. ] My stupidity almost cost you your head. Apologies.