Meet Death Sitting: Final chapter
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Yes yes, I just mashed a bunch of stuff into it so it’s massive chapter, but.
There’ll be a sequel, once I get a chance to come up with, ugh, titles for the series and for the next bit. Ugh! Titles are the worst.
This one has some smut in it, though it’s again fairly mild so I’m not bumping the rating up.
Also contains dubious historical analysis, children shooting Geralt with arrows, and a youth gang knife-fight for sheer funsies. (No actual children are harmed.) (Geralt is only moderately scuffed.) (Also indirect mention of child death in the distant past, and mention of the pogrom of Kaer Morhen, but no details given.)
Chapter 8: fuck this needs a title too. Uhhhh Arrow’s Flight.
“I can smell when you’re turned-on,” Geralt said, figuring he’d just get it over with.
The scent intensified. “Really,” Jaskier said, cheeks turning slightly pink.
“Yes,” Geralt said. “I’ve always been able to. You have fewer secrets than you thought.”
“So you’ve known,” Jaskier said, “the whole time–”
“A lot of people get that scent when they look at me,” Geralt said. “It’s also usually more laced with fear than yours, though.”
He was pinker now, but his eyes were sparkling a little too. “Really,” he said.
“I mean,” Geralt said, “humans get turned on about scary things all the time.”
“I guess you’d know,” Jaskier said. He mock-pouted. “The whole time, you knew I was–”
“I wasn’t going to encourage you,” Geralt said. “You have basically no fear response and it’s not healthy.”
“I’m afraid all the time,” Jaskier said, waving a hand. “Oh, that’s embarrassing. So the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve been perfectly aware that I was completely addled with lust–”
“Not quite the entire time,” Geralt pointed out. “Only every so often.”
“No, it was the entire time,” Jaskier said.
Yes yes, I just mashed a bunch of stuff into it so it’s massive chapter, but.
There’ll be a sequel, once I get a chance to come up with, ugh, titles for the series and for the next bit. Ugh! Titles are the worst.
This one has some smut in it, though it’s again fairly mild so I’m not bumping the rating up.
Also contains dubious historical analysis, children shooting Geralt with arrows, and a youth gang knife-fight for sheer funsies. (No actual children are harmed.) (Geralt is only moderately scuffed.) (Also indirect mention of child death in the distant past, and mention of the pogrom of Kaer Morhen, but no details given.)
Chapter 8: fuck this needs a title too. Uhhhh Arrow’s Flight.
“I can smell when you’re turned-on,” Geralt said, figuring he’d just get it over with.
The scent intensified. “Really,” Jaskier said, cheeks turning slightly pink.
“Yes,” Geralt said. “I’ve always been able to. You have fewer secrets than you thought.”
“So you’ve known,” Jaskier said, “the whole time–”
“A lot of people get that scent when they look at me,” Geralt said. “It’s also usually more laced with fear than yours, though.”
He was pinker now, but his eyes were sparkling a little too. “Really,” he said.
“I mean,” Geralt said, “humans get turned on about scary things all the time.”
“I guess you’d know,” Jaskier said. He mock-pouted. “The whole time, you knew I was–”
“I wasn’t going to encourage you,” Geralt said. “You have basically no fear response and it’s not healthy.”
“I’m afraid all the time,” Jaskier said, waving a hand. “Oh, that’s embarrassing. So the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve been perfectly aware that I was completely addled with lust–”
“Not quite the entire time,” Geralt pointed out. “Only every so often.”
“No, it was the entire time,” Jaskier said.
