chapter 6: between the teeth
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Chapter 6 is up. You didn’t think I was letting Jaskier off that easy. Note: I have done some research on the little spells Geralt can cast with his hands, but not that much, so I’m doing what I want. Sorry, I figured purists already aren’t into this, so.
“It’s not going to work if you do scaryface at every single person who looks at you,” Jaskier said. Geralt looked at him over his bowl, making what he thought was pretty clearly a quizzical expression. “Like that!” Jaskier said. “That face!”
“This is the face I make when I’m eating oatmeal,” Geralt said, flattening his expression as best he could. Then he glowered. “This is the face I make when someone bothers me when I’m eating oatmeal.” Ciri laughed, a beautiful sound.
“Ah but that’s the face we need,” Jaskier said, and Geralt realized his expression had shifted at the sound of Ciri’s laugh. That was inconvenient and awkward and he was going to have to work on that.
“Can’t make that face on command,” Geralt said, making himself go flat again. He used to be so good at maintaining that face.
Jaskier propped his chin on his fist, elbow on the table. “We’ll have to work on it,” he said. “It’s a very fetching expression.”
“Someone told me Witchers don’t have emotions,” Ciri said. “But that can’t be true, Geralt, I’ve seen you have more emotions than almost anyone else I know.”
Jaskier started laughing, and wouldn’t stop, and Geralt glowered at him, then gave up and looked at Ciri. “Hm,” he said.
Jaskier wiped his eyes as he tried to recover himself. “Out of the mouths of babes,” he said. “More emotions than almost anyone else I know, I’m going to put that right into a ballad or a poem or something. I know I can get it to scan, give me time.”
Chapter 6 is up. You didn’t think I was letting Jaskier off that easy. Note: I have done some research on the little spells Geralt can cast with his hands, but not that much, so I’m doing what I want. Sorry, I figured purists already aren’t into this, so.
“It’s not going to work if you do scaryface at every single person who looks at you,” Jaskier said. Geralt looked at him over his bowl, making what he thought was pretty clearly a quizzical expression. “Like that!” Jaskier said. “That face!”
“This is the face I make when I’m eating oatmeal,” Geralt said, flattening his expression as best he could. Then he glowered. “This is the face I make when someone bothers me when I’m eating oatmeal.” Ciri laughed, a beautiful sound.
“Ah but that’s the face we need,” Jaskier said, and Geralt realized his expression had shifted at the sound of Ciri’s laugh. That was inconvenient and awkward and he was going to have to work on that.
“Can’t make that face on command,” Geralt said, making himself go flat again. He used to be so good at maintaining that face.
Jaskier propped his chin on his fist, elbow on the table. “We’ll have to work on it,” he said. “It’s a very fetching expression.”
“Someone told me Witchers don’t have emotions,” Ciri said. “But that can’t be true, Geralt, I’ve seen you have more emotions than almost anyone else I know.”
Jaskier started laughing, and wouldn’t stop, and Geralt glowered at him, then gave up and looked at Ciri. “Hm,” he said.
Jaskier wiped his eyes as he tried to recover himself. “Out of the mouths of babes,” he said. “More emotions than almost anyone else I know, I’m going to put that right into a ballad or a poem or something. I know I can get it to scan, give me time.”
