the ancient sea update
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ha I managed an Ancient Sea update.
Jaskier and Yennefer fuck.
Bonus: By popular demand, sort of, Triss has an unexpected Bisexual Awakening but does not act on it. Yet. (Why isn’t there a good, evocative phrase for that, when an otherwise Functional Bi is suddenly struck with a staggering attack of Other-Sex Attraction. It’s like, oh no I’m gay, except for a member of a different sex. yes, yes, she is struck to incoherence because he has bare forearms. it’s very Regency of her. Also he’s baking, which is like. A different level of hot, we’ve all been there.)
She’d never seen him without armor or at least a quilted or otherwise-structured outer layer before. He was really only wearing the one layer, just a shirt, and he pulled the smock off and shook flour off of it. She’d assumed the gambeson he habitually wore was heavily-padded, but now she could see it wasn’t; he really was that big, and the muscles of his shoulders moved visibly under the shirt as he folded the smock and draped it over the edge of a cupboard door. It was more attention than she normally paid to him.
“I, um,” she said, and glanced up at his face. His eyes were fixed on her, and the cat-pupils were dilated to roundness in the relatively dim room. It made him look disarmingly normal.
He blinked. “Well?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be able to tell by looking anyway,” she said, suddenly oddly nervous, and laughed. “I, ah.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping his voice to just above a whisper. “You seem rattled.”
“I,” she said, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. Why should it be so affecting, to see a big burly man in only a shirt? That wasn’t her type at all. “Er, that is–”
ha I managed an Ancient Sea update.
Jaskier and Yennefer fuck.
Bonus: By popular demand, sort of, Triss has an unexpected Bisexual Awakening but does not act on it. Yet. (Why isn’t there a good, evocative phrase for that, when an otherwise Functional Bi is suddenly struck with a staggering attack of Other-Sex Attraction. It’s like, oh no I’m gay, except for a member of a different sex. yes, yes, she is struck to incoherence because he has bare forearms. it’s very Regency of her. Also he’s baking, which is like. A different level of hot, we’ve all been there.)
She’d never seen him without armor or at least a quilted or otherwise-structured outer layer before. He was really only wearing the one layer, just a shirt, and he pulled the smock off and shook flour off of it. She’d assumed the gambeson he habitually wore was heavily-padded, but now she could see it wasn’t; he really was that big, and the muscles of his shoulders moved visibly under the shirt as he folded the smock and draped it over the edge of a cupboard door. It was more attention than she normally paid to him.
“I, um,” she said, and glanced up at his face. His eyes were fixed on her, and the cat-pupils were dilated to roundness in the relatively dim room. It made him look disarmingly normal.
He blinked. “Well?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be able to tell by looking anyway,” she said, suddenly oddly nervous, and laughed. “I, ah.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping his voice to just above a whisper. “You seem rattled.”
“I,” she said, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. Why should it be so affecting, to see a big burly man in only a shirt? That wasn’t her type at all. “Er, that is–”
