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so now that Little Fishie is done, I’m working on the next bit of Ancient Sea, and also a bit of another little prequel, and it’s all still in a gooey sort of not-coherent stage yet (actually Ancient Sea only needs a little bit to have another update, but the bit after that remains gooey), but here are some very rough cut snippets for a pretty, quarantined Monday morning.
from a far-future Ancient Sea bit, this very rough draft of a conversation in which Jaskier is seeing Geralt’s bedroom at Kaer Morhen (no, I don’t have any more context than that yet, I literally limbed out of bed to write this down):
“Oh,” Jaskier said, distracted. “Furs! Very… rustic.”
“This has been my bedroom since I was twenty,” Geralt said. “It may not be decorated to my current tastes, exactly…”
“How would you decorate it now?” Jaskier asked curiously.
Geralt looked around for a moment, and then had to admit, “I wouldn’t.”
and then whatever the thing after Little Fishie is going to be called, which I was considering telling from Jaskier’s POV but I’m not sure yet, so it’s all Geralt so far, a year or two after Little Fishie’s ending:
The scents of the market were largely pleasant, and he first followed his nose to a vendor selling pastries. He rarely indulged in such fripperies, but the scent was so alluring that he let himself buy a treat. For some reason it made him think of his little bard friend, Jaskier, who surely would have insisted on him having one. See, he thought, I do treat myself nicely sometimes, but it made him unaccountably melancholy for some reason, and he wrapped the rest of the sweet flaky pastry in a napkin and stowed it in the side pocket of his satchel, appetite gone.
It was fine, he’d eat the rest later. He should focus now.
(I have to go do some homeschooling assistance now but we’ll see what else I get up to today. I hope everybody’s doing well. ❤️)
so now that Little Fishie is done, I’m working on the next bit of Ancient Sea, and also a bit of another little prequel, and it’s all still in a gooey sort of not-coherent stage yet (actually Ancient Sea only needs a little bit to have another update, but the bit after that remains gooey), but here are some very rough cut snippets for a pretty, quarantined Monday morning.
from a far-future Ancient Sea bit, this very rough draft of a conversation in which Jaskier is seeing Geralt’s bedroom at Kaer Morhen (no, I don’t have any more context than that yet, I literally limbed out of bed to write this down):
“Oh,” Jaskier said, distracted. “Furs! Very… rustic.”
“This has been my bedroom since I was twenty,” Geralt said. “It may not be decorated to my current tastes, exactly…”
“How would you decorate it now?” Jaskier asked curiously.
Geralt looked around for a moment, and then had to admit, “I wouldn’t.”
and then whatever the thing after Little Fishie is going to be called, which I was considering telling from Jaskier’s POV but I’m not sure yet, so it’s all Geralt so far, a year or two after Little Fishie’s ending:
The scents of the market were largely pleasant, and he first followed his nose to a vendor selling pastries. He rarely indulged in such fripperies, but the scent was so alluring that he let himself buy a treat. For some reason it made him think of his little bard friend, Jaskier, who surely would have insisted on him having one. See, he thought, I do treat myself nicely sometimes, but it made him unaccountably melancholy for some reason, and he wrapped the rest of the sweet flaky pastry in a napkin and stowed it in the side pocket of his satchel, appetite gone.
It was fine, he’d eat the rest later. He should focus now.
(I have to go do some homeschooling assistance now but we’ll see what else I get up to today. I hope everybody’s doing well. ❤️)
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Date: 2020-04-06 09:19 pm (UTC)Geralt: "As a kid I killed some stuff and left it here, but that's probably more effort than I really want to make nowadays."
Jaskier: "Look I admit my family's twelve-foot-high tapestries and gilt candelebra and breakfast chairs dating from three centuries ago carved from a now-extinct wood are probably Too Much, but there is such a thing as basic decency."
(Unless Jaskier's family was the other kind of noble, i.e. "Look, I admit my family's threadbare tapestries and mismatched silverware left over after all the complete sets were sold off isn't a grand showing, but at least we weren't sitting on the floor.")