writing progress
Jan. 8th, 2023 05:25 amyou'll see, wildly self-indulgent, the witcher
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so i should update, i am actually doing a lot of writing lately, but i haven’t managed to get anything to an update point. Golden Towers needs about 1000 more words until I can update it, but it’s hung up on logistics and i know where it’s got to go but I have to get it there. The Peace-Tied storyline is about to have a new set of characters introduced and I have done so much writing out of order for that but need to like. actually. do. the nitty-gritty connecting bits.
and then I have a completely other a/u i started last year and wrote 50k of and didn’t actually like. make into anything, and i had shelved it and said i’d work on it in 2023 and it’s 2023 and so uh well now’s the thing. so i’m doing it. but that’s also not like, a thing i can start posting yet.
so here is, instead, a snippet, which is not meant to give away any of the particulars of the a/u in question but is just a funny/resonant bit. It’s Iorveth/Roche in a wildly different setting, and Iorveth thinks Roche has been staring at him because of his scars, and Roche has fumblingly attempted to say that it’s because Iorveth is hot, and Iorveth has decided to call his bluff by kissing him, and is really shocked when Roche isn’t bluffing.
It was a long moment before Iorveth came up for air, and Vernon gasped as he broke off. Dazedly, Iorveth realized he had his hand around the back of Vernon’s neck, and Vernon had his hand clutched in the back of Iorveth’s shirt, very clearly not pushing him away but pulling him closer. Vernon’s eyes were wide and dark and blurry and he was breathing hard. And somehow Iorveth had gone from looming over him to being plastered up against the front of him, only not grinding him into the rock because Vernon was pressing back against him.
Oh. This wasn’t a bluff. This wasn’t– “Really?” Iorveth said, in a moment of pathetic bewilderedness.
“Fucking– yes,” Vernon said, exasperated, and wriggled slightly free to set his beer down on top of the rock. He wrapped his newly-freed hand around the back of Iorveth’s neck and hauled him back down. “Are you not usually gay? This is how it works.”
“Bi, actually,” Iorveth said, distracted.
“Oh, me too,” Vernon said, and latched back on to his mouth, and Iorveth fumbled blindly to put his beer on the rock ledge too and used his newly-freed hand to grab Vernon’s ass. This went over well. (Your picture was not posted)