comes off in this one, the witcher, witcher 2
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OK so I pasted this chapter into the Make HTML For AO3 doc four days ago
and then shit has been hectic and I forgot I did that. FORTUNATELY I did
find a fairly major error during this morning’s re-proofreading, so I feel
justified. And now of course I want to rewrite a chunk of it, but I am not
letting myself do that.
This is the next bit of Peace-Tied
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/84588562, which I
think only has one chapter remaining, and I’d been hoping the sequel would
be ready but I just had a huge new idea for that so it’s got to get pulled
apart and put back together but I have the buffer of that last chapter to
figure it all out in still so we’re fine.
Anyway– there’s a warning on this one for animal harm, but it’s quite minor
harm, and the animal’s confirmed to be okay afterward. Roche is a reformed
jerk but he’s not entirely reformed yet and there’s got to be some
verisimilitude. This chapter’s got some action, and next chapter’s got
some…. action.
In a moment, Iorveth peeled away from the group of Scoia’tael, and the
caravan re-formed. Breniriel rode over to where the dwarves waited, cueing
her horse so the beast approached flashily sideways, tossing its head.
Haltseidt made an admiring noise.
“Magnificent, isn’t she,” he said. “I’d take ten minutes alone with her.”
“She’d kill you,” Roche said, doing his level best to keep his expression
neutral. That’s what got Ves that shiner.
“More exciting that way,” Haltseidt said, and then mercifully decided that
was a good line to end the conversation, and kneed his horse over to the
column of the wagons. Roche inwardly congratulated Ves on her restraint;
with a couple of drinks in him, he himself would’ve knifed the fucker, no
time for questions about international incidents.
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