fic update: Little Fishie Completed!
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I finally managed to get the last final little bit of the epilogue up, so now Little Fishie is a completed work at 8 chapters and 41,000ish words.
Don’t be sad it’s over, though, because it’s not– I have Ancient Sea updates yet to come including some exciting Fantasy!Skype, and there’s probably one more bit of Jaskier’s Fucking Terrible Childhood As Viewed Through Geralt’s Attempting-To-Be-Detached Gaze story yet to go if only I can bang it into condition.
Chapter 8: Ice Cream
(in which thanks toakilah12902 I gave into the temptation to give Geralt explicit cat eyes and pupil-dilation)
Jaskier dug his spoon into his portion and put it into his mouth, closing his eyes in contentment. “Mmm,” he said.
Geralt followed suit, carefully. It was ice-cold and melted instantly, coating the surface of his tongue with– cream, dairy fat, bright sweetness, the sweet-richness of faintly-bitter chocolate and a candied-orange sweetness– it had a very slightly grainy texture that vanished instantly as it melted, tiny ice crystals in it. But there was no taste of the ice itself, no algae or swampiness– just cream, butterfat, a little hint of egg, and mostly sugar.
“Oh,” he said. It was both overwhelming and delicate. “Oh, wow.”
Jaskier was watching him in delight, now. “Your eyes,” he said. “I– your pupils just went round, all at once!”
Geralt blinked self-consciously. “Uh,” he said. “It’s, um. Yeah, that’s really good.”
Solon laughed, fondly indulgent. “An appreciative audience,” he said. “I’ll pass my compliments to the staff.”
“Please do,” Jaskier said.
I finally managed to get the last final little bit of the epilogue up, so now Little Fishie is a completed work at 8 chapters and 41,000ish words.
Don’t be sad it’s over, though, because it’s not– I have Ancient Sea updates yet to come including some exciting Fantasy!Skype, and there’s probably one more bit of Jaskier’s Fucking Terrible Childhood As Viewed Through Geralt’s Attempting-To-Be-Detached Gaze story yet to go if only I can bang it into condition.
Chapter 8: Ice Cream
(in which thanks to
akilah12902 I gave into the temptation to give Geralt explicit cat eyes and pupil-dilation)Jaskier dug his spoon into his portion and put it into his mouth, closing his eyes in contentment. “Mmm,” he said.
Geralt followed suit, carefully. It was ice-cold and melted instantly, coating the surface of his tongue with– cream, dairy fat, bright sweetness, the sweet-richness of faintly-bitter chocolate and a candied-orange sweetness– it had a very slightly grainy texture that vanished instantly as it melted, tiny ice crystals in it. But there was no taste of the ice itself, no algae or swampiness– just cream, butterfat, a little hint of egg, and mostly sugar.
“Oh,” he said. It was both overwhelming and delicate. “Oh, wow.”
Jaskier was watching him in delight, now. “Your eyes,” he said. “I– your pupils just went round, all at once!”
Geralt blinked self-consciously. “Uh,” he said. “It’s, um. Yeah, that’s really good.”
Solon laughed, fondly indulgent. “An appreciative audience,” he said. “I’ll pass my compliments to the staff.”
“Please do,” Jaskier said.
