[ Collateral damage, he tells himself as his nerves light on fire from where acid bleeds into ropeburned skin. Pain, white-hot and blistering－ familiar, almost comfortingly so. This, Iorveth can bear without issue.
As suggested, he doesn't make a sound. Teeth grit, fingers curling into his palm, he stays silent, waiting until the rope gives way just enough for him to start shifting his wrists side to side. It's agonizing－ he saws raw flesh, making it tear and bleed－ but more satisfyingly, it's working.
Sweat beads on his brow. Physically, his body is screaming in protest; mentally, it's a chorus of yes yes yes. His arms relax, his shoulders pull forward again. He wiggles his blood-sticky, acid-burnt wrists, and feels them slip out of loosened knots.
An exhale, as he glances towards the soldiers. One of them mentions that they should get a move on if they want to get to Flotsam by noon, and another asks what the hurry is, the coin isn't going to grow legs and run away.
He whispers, voice ragged from holding his breath against the pain: ] Step away for a bit. They'll grow suspicious.
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As suggested, he doesn't make a sound. Teeth grit, fingers curling into his palm, he stays silent, waiting until the rope gives way just enough for him to start shifting his wrists side to side. It's agonizing－ he saws raw flesh, making it tear and bleed－ but more satisfyingly, it's working.
Sweat beads on his brow. Physically, his body is screaming in protest; mentally, it's a chorus of yes yes yes. His arms relax, his shoulders pull forward again. He wiggles his blood-sticky, acid-burnt wrists, and feels them slip out of loosened knots.
An exhale, as he glances towards the soldiers. One of them mentions that they should get a move on if they want to get to Flotsam by noon, and another asks what the hurry is, the coin isn't going to grow legs and run away.
He whispers, voice ragged from holding his breath against the pain: ] Step away for a bit. They'll grow suspicious.