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iorveth, yennefer of vengerberg

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listen i am at an executive function nadir at the moment and so this is a standalone chunk with a shitpost title BUT it is done and posted so HERE

it’s fine I’m just really not entirely here today so my attention to detail is nonexistent. But everything happens so much, so I am here to give you your lil weekly escape if that’s what you’re into, and here it is, it’s the missing scene of how Yennefer and Iorveth became bros.

Teef, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41596572

Iorveth laughed again, and it was a sweet, friendly laugh, not sarcastic or cynical like he usually was. “Teef,” he repeated, and sighed. “Get me that writing-desk, and I can copy this over for you.”

“Or you could just dictate it,” Yennefer said, a little surprised. She’d meant to write it down for him, and was holding a portable writing desk on her lap.

He looked from the manuscript to the writing desk to her, and back to the manuscript. “Hm,” he said, “that might be— my filthy, deep dark secret, is that I can’t fucking spell.”

“You could just transcribe in Hen Llinge,” she said.

He gave her a sidelong look, somewhat coy, and rolled his lips into his mouth and then back out. “I can’t spell in Hen Llinge either,” he admitted. “I can write these glyphs but the ff— the— where you spell it like it sounds?” He grimaced. “For some reason I can’t get that right. So I can copy this over more or less like it is but I can’t transcribe it fair.”

“You’d better just dictate it, then,” she said, keeping her face straight despite it being really quite funny. (Your picture was not posted)