Ancient Sea chapter update
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chapter 4: supervision
We get Triss and Lambert’s POV on things. Listen there’s juicy Jaskier and Yennefer stuff coming but not yet, so instead you get Lambert being a total fucking nerd, and Triss being a grown-up actual woman instead of her creepy character arc from, apparently, both book and game. Listen I can buy that Geralt is hot but not that literally every woman he meets throws away the rest of her life in a quest to bone him, that is really not how it ought to work and your Creepy Male Writer Bullshit is showing.
(Occasionally people reading my fic are like “i can’t wait to read the books!” and I’m like well, I haven’t, and am not going to, and listen that kind of shit is why. Life is short.)
“What do you mean, Geralt knows more about girls?” Triss asked, as Eskel checked another door and made a face.
“Oh, I mean– Geralt… well, he’s a little better at fitting into society in general than the rest of us, so he… interacts more… with women.” Eskel was clearly working very hard to come up with the words to say this.
“You mean he gets laid regularly,” Triss said, sparing him the need to be delicate.
“I wouldn’t say regularly,” Eskel said, amused. “But more often.”
“He’s better at society than you?” Triss was skeptical. “You seem reasonably well-socialized, to me.”
Eskel gave her a look that was hard to read, and continued down the hallway. “I’m missing half my face,” he said in a moment, a little curt. “Tends to put people off.”
It certainly wasn’t half his face, and Triss had already gotten used to it, but she guiltily remembered her first impression, which had been that he was the scariest person here. “Does it really?” she said. “Everybody here has scars on their faces, though. I was starting to wonder if it was an initiation thing.”
Eskel swung around suddenly, leaning slightly into her personal space, and she shrank back in sudden fear from his frightful expression. Then he laughed, a little bitterly, and turned around and kept walking. “It does,” he said. “Weird. No, it’s not an initiation thing, it’s just an occupational hazard of getting the shit beat out of you by supernatural horrors for a living.”
“That wasn’t playing fair,” Triss protested. “It wasn’t your face that scared me so much as you being twice my size and looming at me in a dark hallway! Maybe don’t do that to people!”
“And you thought I was well-socialized,” he said.<br
chapter 4: supervision
We get Triss and Lambert’s POV on things. Listen there’s juicy Jaskier and Yennefer stuff coming but not yet, so instead you get Lambert being a total fucking nerd, and Triss being a grown-up actual woman instead of her creepy character arc from, apparently, both book and game. Listen I can buy that Geralt is hot but not that literally every woman he meets throws away the rest of her life in a quest to bone him, that is really not how it ought to work and your Creepy Male Writer Bullshit is showing.
(Occasionally people reading my fic are like “i can’t wait to read the books!” and I’m like well, I haven’t, and am not going to, and listen that kind of shit is why. Life is short.)
“What do you mean, Geralt knows more about girls?” Triss asked, as Eskel checked another door and made a face.
“Oh, I mean– Geralt… well, he’s a little better at fitting into society in general than the rest of us, so he… interacts more… with women.” Eskel was clearly working very hard to come up with the words to say this.
“You mean he gets laid regularly,” Triss said, sparing him the need to be delicate.
“I wouldn’t say regularly,” Eskel said, amused. “But more often.”
“He’s better at society than you?” Triss was skeptical. “You seem reasonably well-socialized, to me.”
Eskel gave her a look that was hard to read, and continued down the hallway. “I’m missing half my face,” he said in a moment, a little curt. “Tends to put people off.”
It certainly wasn’t half his face, and Triss had already gotten used to it, but she guiltily remembered her first impression, which had been that he was the scariest person here. “Does it really?” she said. “Everybody here has scars on their faces, though. I was starting to wonder if it was an initiation thing.”
Eskel swung around suddenly, leaning slightly into her personal space, and she shrank back in sudden fear from his frightful expression. Then he laughed, a little bitterly, and turned around and kept walking. “It does,” he said. “Weird. No, it’s not an initiation thing, it’s just an occupational hazard of getting the shit beat out of you by supernatural horrors for a living.”
“That wasn’t playing fair,” Triss protested. “It wasn’t your face that scared me so much as you being twice my size and looming at me in a dark hallway! Maybe don’t do that to people!”
“And you thought I was well-socialized,” he said.<br
