Along Came This Song
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So the next sequential bit of Meet Death Sitting is taking some editing. It’s. Also not super-fluffy? It’s not noncon but it’s like, there’s some sort of… transactional? sex in it? and it’s. It’s not dark exactly, but it’s not as sweet as the rest has been.
So for this lovely freezing Friday I’m tossing y’all a coin in the form of a reasonably-fluffy backstory fic featuring Eskel. Who, I know, in the first installment of Meet Death Sitting, I had Jaskier say he hadn’t met. But.
(I’m asking this in the fic notes too– should we pretend he’s an unreliable narrator or should I fix that line and make this line up better? or what? feel free to weigh in)
So anyway, this also is where the most recent banter post I made wound up finding its home. Not shippy, but there’s some fun homoeroticism, everyone loves that.
Along Came This Song, 5900 words, on AO3.
“You,” Eskel said, with sudden realization. He’d been catching up to that bard; the last town had said he’d been through “yesterday”. Posh, Redanian, foppish, string calluses on fingers. This was the guy, beyond all doubt.
The young man blinked, not without alarm. “Me,” he said.
“Do you know,” Eskel said, making himself speak more quietly. Also he was looming over the kid, so he sat down on his haunches to look at him more on his eye level. “I’ve been on this road three weeks, and for the last two, people have suddenly been tossing coins at me wherever I go.”
The young man looked perplexed for the barest instant, then guilty, then delighted. “Have you now,” he said.
Bonus content:
It was sort of Geralt’s fault they’d gotten chased out of town before the bard could even try to play at the inn; Roach had wandered off and had apparently eaten an entire nest of new-hatched chicks right out from under a broody hen, and there had been a lot of screaming and general unwarranted chaos. That wasn’t such odd behavior for a horse, really, but the fact that she was a Witcher’s horse meant everyone figured she was cursed.
So the next sequential bit of Meet Death Sitting is taking some editing. It’s. Also not super-fluffy? It’s not noncon but it’s like, there’s some sort of… transactional? sex in it? and it’s. It’s not dark exactly, but it’s not as sweet as the rest has been.
So for this lovely freezing Friday I’m tossing y’all a coin in the form of a reasonably-fluffy backstory fic featuring Eskel. Who, I know, in the first installment of Meet Death Sitting, I had Jaskier say he hadn’t met. But.
(I’m asking this in the fic notes too– should we pretend he’s an unreliable narrator or should I fix that line and make this line up better? or what? feel free to weigh in)
So anyway, this also is where the most recent banter post I made wound up finding its home. Not shippy, but there’s some fun homoeroticism, everyone loves that.
Along Came This Song, 5900 words, on AO3.
“You,” Eskel said, with sudden realization. He’d been catching up to that bard; the last town had said he’d been through “yesterday”. Posh, Redanian, foppish, string calluses on fingers. This was the guy, beyond all doubt.
The young man blinked, not without alarm. “Me,” he said.
“Do you know,” Eskel said, making himself speak more quietly. Also he was looming over the kid, so he sat down on his haunches to look at him more on his eye level. “I’ve been on this road three weeks, and for the last two, people have suddenly been tossing coins at me wherever I go.”
The young man looked perplexed for the barest instant, then guilty, then delighted. “Have you now,” he said.
Bonus content:
It was sort of Geralt’s fault they’d gotten chased out of town before the bard could even try to play at the inn; Roach had wandered off and had apparently eaten an entire nest of new-hatched chicks right out from under a broody hen, and there had been a lot of screaming and general unwarranted chaos. That wasn’t such odd behavior for a horse, really, but the fact that she was a Witcher’s horse meant everyone figured she was cursed.
