![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7via https://ift.tt/31nPKXN
Aw, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I am so fried currently that to my astonishment it seems like this fic’s sole content is going to be to fulfill my fantasy of people having adult conversations and treating one another’s boundaries respectfully, which is absolutely not the smut I wanted to write OR the crack the canon really deserves.
I’d gone the entire way through writing what passes for an outline in my sad little world and then was like “oh no but Ciri should probably be in it” and started writing and now she’s most of it. Whoops. Listen I’ll still publish it but this is not going to be The One that taps into the zeitgeist.
“Fantastic,” Jaskier said.
“You’re not going to help me,” Fiona said.
He shook his head. “I don’t know what help is possible,” he said, “but I’m the most likely sucker in this village. Listen, the alderman has been killing people who make a fuss, just because he’s afraid and doesn’t know what else to do, and I’m terrified out of my mind that one of these times he’s just going to start killing people and not stop, so I’m going to be honest here and tell you that my first priority is keeping you from frightening him enough that he starts killing.”
“That’s awful,” Fiona said.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Jaskier said, feeling harried, “but literally everything that has happened in the last month and a half has been genuinely awful and I hardly think me exercising a little pragmatism even rates, on that scale.”
“Oh,” she said, “I meant, the killing is awful, not–- you.”
He mentally went over the conversation they’d just had, decided she might be genuine about that, and said, “Oh. Well. Right. It is.”
Aw, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I am so fried currently that to my astonishment it seems like this fic’s sole content is going to be to fulfill my fantasy of people having adult conversations and treating one another’s boundaries respectfully, which is absolutely not the smut I wanted to write OR the crack the canon really deserves.
I’d gone the entire way through writing what passes for an outline in my sad little world and then was like “oh no but Ciri should probably be in it” and started writing and now she’s most of it. Whoops. Listen I’ll still publish it but this is not going to be The One that taps into the zeitgeist.
“Fantastic,” Jaskier said.
“You’re not going to help me,” Fiona said.
He shook his head. “I don’t know what help is possible,” he said, “but I’m the most likely sucker in this village. Listen, the alderman has been killing people who make a fuss, just because he’s afraid and doesn’t know what else to do, and I’m terrified out of my mind that one of these times he’s just going to start killing people and not stop, so I’m going to be honest here and tell you that my first priority is keeping you from frightening him enough that he starts killing.”
“That’s awful,” Fiona said.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Jaskier said, feeling harried, “but literally everything that has happened in the last month and a half has been genuinely awful and I hardly think me exercising a little pragmatism even rates, on that scale.”
“Oh,” she said, “I meant, the killing is awful, not–- you.”
He mentally went over the conversation they’d just had, decided she might be genuine about that, and said, “Oh. Well. Right. It is.”
