snippet, finally
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bomberqueen17:
I’m getting there. Writing is slow and I keep getting distracted by other things, in this world of so many possibilities.
here is a teaser from the next chapter of Little Fishie, featuring Geralt’s half-healed lung injury and Jaskier’s reaction to an unsatisfying punchline. For some reason I love writing ‘you had to be there’ moments that aren’t all that funny but, to the characters, really are. IDK if Geralt ever laughs until he cries in canon, but it is the sort of thing that has to happen sometime.
“Aargh,” Jaskier said, flinging his arms wide, and then flopping back against the log he had his back propped against. “Argh oh by Melitele’s tits I can’t believe you made me wait years for that stupid punchline!”
Geralt was laughing too hard to answer, and after a moment Jaskier started laughing too. “You ass,” he managed to gasp, after a little while. “You fucking ass.”
Geralt wheezed, and flapped a hand vaguely. “There’s,” he said, and wheezed again. He hadn’t laughed so hard since he and Eskel were kids doing stupid shit and getting in trouble for it. He managed to sit up, wheezed through a minor coughing fit, started laughing again, and finally collapsed back against his own backrest log, gasping for breath.
“You think you’re so funny,” Jaskier groused, but he was laughing too hard to pull off the disgruntled look he was going for. “Ah! You ass.”
Geralt recovered himself and sat up, clearing his throat and getting his breathing back to normal, and then he glanced over at Jaskier and started laughing again, helplessly.
“Fuck you,” Jaskier said.
I have finally, finally, posted this chapter, lo this long time later, so I’m reblogging this so the snippet can entice you in.
There’s mostly banter in this chapter, and then there’ll be one final chapter with the ice cream I promised myself Geralt would get to have. I had to split it, the conclusion was eluding me and I needed a win. Do you need a win? I need a win. Anyway, here we go.
Little Fishie, chapter seven.
bomberqueen17:
I’m getting there. Writing is slow and I keep getting distracted by other things, in this world of so many possibilities.
here is a teaser from the next chapter of Little Fishie, featuring Geralt’s half-healed lung injury and Jaskier’s reaction to an unsatisfying punchline. For some reason I love writing ‘you had to be there’ moments that aren’t all that funny but, to the characters, really are. IDK if Geralt ever laughs until he cries in canon, but it is the sort of thing that has to happen sometime.
“Aargh,” Jaskier said, flinging his arms wide, and then flopping back against the log he had his back propped against. “Argh oh by Melitele’s tits I can’t believe you made me wait years for that stupid punchline!”
Geralt was laughing too hard to answer, and after a moment Jaskier started laughing too. “You ass,” he managed to gasp, after a little while. “You fucking ass.”
Geralt wheezed, and flapped a hand vaguely. “There’s,” he said, and wheezed again. He hadn’t laughed so hard since he and Eskel were kids doing stupid shit and getting in trouble for it. He managed to sit up, wheezed through a minor coughing fit, started laughing again, and finally collapsed back against his own backrest log, gasping for breath.
“You think you’re so funny,” Jaskier groused, but he was laughing too hard to pull off the disgruntled look he was going for. “Ah! You ass.”
Geralt recovered himself and sat up, clearing his throat and getting his breathing back to normal, and then he glanced over at Jaskier and started laughing again, helplessly.
“Fuck you,” Jaskier said.
I have finally, finally, posted this chapter, lo this long time later, so I’m reblogging this so the snippet can entice you in.
There’s mostly banter in this chapter, and then there’ll be one final chapter with the ice cream I promised myself Geralt would get to have. I had to split it, the conclusion was eluding me and I needed a win. Do you need a win? I need a win. Anyway, here we go.
Little Fishie, chapter seven.
