[ Shortly. Resemblance is less a sore spot for him than for Nikos, maybe—the privilege of being first born, and first here, and never in Nikos' shadow unless his brother was literally blocking the sun with his extra two inches of height, which are unfair, they're identical—
Anyway. He's less pissy about it. But it still isn't a compliment, and he needs a few seconds of grudging silence to supply any further information. ]
He got my entire family exiled from Nevarra over politics, so... you should get along wonderfully.
Please. I was a good enough son to wait for my family to all be dead before doing anything exile worthy.
[ which was definitely the point being made there, right?? shut up, iorveth.
but yes, clearly they have being way too extra about politics in common, though it's as of yet inconclusive whether that will result in 'getting along' or 'sneering at each other's murder philosophies'. at the point of this conversation, it's looking more like the latter. ]
Not a mage, not a non-human, though I take it he's far less Andrastian than you. Is he truly just so sympathetic of inequality, or were Nevarran politics that heinous?
[ usually this kind of commitment to revolution comes from something more personal. curious, curious. ]
[ He should know. There's really no excuse, at this point, other than the fact that he and Nikos can barely last five minutes without dissolving into bickering about which of them is the bigger asshole. But until the last year or so, he'd known his brother primarily through short letters, screened by Templars both coming and going, and last spent any significant time with him when they were nine years old.
And if he did understand the inner workings of Nikos' soul, he'd hardly divulge them to other people.
So: fuck if he knows.
But he won't leave Iorveth so empty handed! He adds—and, fine, he doesn't sound remotely convincing, all preemptive dark amusement— ]
You should ask him how large the household staff was, when we were children.
[ household staff. not even the middle class can afford household staff, god. he wasn't even poor, so what even gives? intriguing as the conversation with nikos had been, iorveth can't feel as if he can pin an understanding to him. forming a read on strangers usually isn't so much a task for him, partly because he's a fucking creeper who does shit like this to dig up dirt on nearly every person he meets, especially if he might be doing business (including warfare) with them.
but this doesn't add up. there must be pieces missing here. ]
He doesn't strike me as the type for upper class guilt.
[ not for all he's sneering at anyone else not stabbing chantry officials directly in the face right here and now, regardless of wisdom in the strategy. maybe he just likes the violence. there's been some of those iorveth's met over the last century too. ]
[ And mages don't have families. The only reason he saw his at all—during semi-supervised visits, each horrifically awkward—was because he was decidedly Not Okay, at the time, and the First Enchanter thought seeing them sometimes would help even him out. And maybe it did. Look at him now. Incredibly even.
Fuck Nikos, though.
Still, after a pause he adds, ]
Do not get him into trouble. He manages plenty on his own.
I see. [ tack on another reason for iorveth to hate the circles and the chantry - nine year old kostos not getting to know his twin brother. no wonder they're so starkly different. well, the attitude aside.
speaking of, wow. get him into trouble?? innocent little moi??? he would never. ]
I've done nothing of the sort. He called me a prick after I inferred assassinating the Divine would be foolish. Or open rioting? I forget.
[ something along the lines of rash and unprepared revolutionary action. his head was doing murder to him at the time, okay, give him a break.
point being, he is an innocent flower who has never done nothing to nobody and how dare you. ]
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[ Shortly. Resemblance is less a sore spot for him than for Nikos, maybe—the privilege of being first born, and first here, and never in Nikos' shadow unless his brother was literally blocking the sun with his extra two inches of height, which are unfair, they're identical—
Anyway. He's less pissy about it. But it still isn't a compliment, and he needs a few seconds of grudging silence to supply any further information. ]
He got my entire family exiled from Nevarra over politics, so... you should get along wonderfully.
[ Also not a compliment. ]
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[ which was definitely the point being made there, right?? shut up, iorveth.
but yes, clearly they have being way too extra about politics in common, though it's as of yet inconclusive whether that will result in 'getting along' or 'sneering at each other's murder philosophies'. at the point of this conversation, it's looking more like the latter. ]
Not a mage, not a non-human, though I take it he's far less Andrastian than you. Is he truly just so sympathetic of inequality, or were Nevarran politics that heinous?
[ usually this kind of commitment to revolution comes from something more personal. curious, curious. ]
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[ He should know. There's really no excuse, at this point, other than the fact that he and Nikos can barely last five minutes without dissolving into bickering about which of them is the bigger asshole. But until the last year or so, he'd known his brother primarily through short letters, screened by Templars both coming and going, and last spent any significant time with him when they were nine years old.
And if he did understand the inner workings of Nikos' soul, he'd hardly divulge them to other people.
So: fuck if he knows.
But he won't leave Iorveth so empty handed! He adds—and, fine, he doesn't sound remotely convincing, all preemptive dark amusement— ]
You should ask him how large the household staff was, when we were children.
[ Don't. Don't do that. ]
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but this doesn't add up. there must be pieces missing here. ]
He doesn't strike me as the type for upper class guilt.
[ not for all he's sneering at anyone else not stabbing chantry officials directly in the face right here and now, regardless of wisdom in the strategy. maybe he just likes the violence. there's been some of those iorveth's met over the last century too. ]
Not terribly close, I take it.
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[ And mages don't have families. The only reason he saw his at all—during semi-supervised visits, each horrifically awkward—was because he was decidedly Not Okay, at the time, and the First Enchanter thought seeing them sometimes would help even him out. And maybe it did. Look at him now. Incredibly even.
Fuck Nikos, though.
Still, after a pause he adds, ]
Do not get him into trouble. He manages plenty on his own.
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speaking of, wow. get him into trouble?? innocent little moi??? he would never. ]
I've done nothing of the sort. He called me a prick after I inferred assassinating the Divine would be foolish. Or open rioting? I forget.
[ something along the lines of rash and unprepared revolutionary action. his head was doing murder to him at the time, okay, give him a break.
point being, he is an innocent flower who has never done nothing to nobody and how dare you. ]