#this is basically an Iorveth-centric fic where everyone discovers personal things about his past and he has very mixed feelings about it

[bard-llama]

New fic! Time is Cruel, To Rob Us from Ourselves (a Don’t Cry for Me, Temeria AU)

Title: Time is Cruel, To Rob Us from Ourselves

Summary: An AU of Don’t Cry for Me, Temeria/(Im)Perfect Strangers where a magical artifact sends everyone back through events of Iorveth’s past. Iorveth is less than pleased, but the insights into his character may be invaluable for more than one person present.

If there was anyone to blame for this, Iorveth was pretty sure the Blue Stripes were responsible. From what he’d heard from Vernon, the Blue Stripes were often to blame for strange events like this.

Granted, Iorveth’s own Scoia’tael (well… former Scoia’tael? What was the right way to refer to the remainder of his former army now that they were integrating into Vergen’s society?) could be pretty chaotic, but they at least had a healthy respect for magic.

The Stripes clearly had no respect for anything whatsoever.

Iorveth came to this conclusion after a chaotic morning, when his bizarre day took a turn for the truly insane. It started with guarding Saskia, as most things began these days. He took his responsibility to keep Saskia safe very seriously. Even though she kind of didn’t need it. But she kind of did, too, and they needed her. There was no one who could take her place if something happened to her, which meant that Iorveth’s duty was not just to protect his leader, but to protect the entire world they were working to build.

Well, really, it started late in the night, when the miners on the night shift uncovered a mysterious artifact that positively radiated magic. Not being idiots, the dwarves had immediately summoned Saskia and Triss, even if it meant waking them all up far too early in the morning.

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