Ancient Sea update
Apr. 9th, 2020 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Chapter 9, Long Distance, is up, and it’s too long, don’t race off to read it if you’ve got obligations. Over 9k words by accident, and no way to cut it in half, so– please don’t stay up too late reading this one, I always feel bad when people say they’ve done that.
Featuring a dress-up party, and a Fantasy!Skype threesome.
in which Eskel is an Awkward Bean:
“I feel better,” Ciri said, “most of the time, but sometimes it feels like somebody’s jammed a rusty fork into my guts.”
Eskel considered the various times he’d actually had things jammed into his guts, rusty or no, and discarded each of them as unsuitable to compare to this. “Sounds bad,” he said instead.
and Geralt gets some while social-distancing:
She’d stilled her hands’ movement, and they were both staring at him pleadingly, the only thing moving in the frame Jaskier’s chest as he panted for breath. “Please,” Jaskier said again. He looked both wretched and debauched.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” Geralt said. “Do you want my blessing? Go ahead, have sex with each other, neither of you belongs to me.”
Jaskier made a distressed little noise and closed his eyes. Yen sat forward slightly and said, “Geralt, I don’t want your permission, I want your participation.”
Chapter 9, Long Distance, is up, and it’s too long, don’t race off to read it if you’ve got obligations. Over 9k words by accident, and no way to cut it in half, so– please don’t stay up too late reading this one, I always feel bad when people say they’ve done that.
Featuring a dress-up party, and a Fantasy!Skype threesome.
in which Eskel is an Awkward Bean:
“I feel better,” Ciri said, “most of the time, but sometimes it feels like somebody’s jammed a rusty fork into my guts.”
Eskel considered the various times he’d actually had things jammed into his guts, rusty or no, and discarded each of them as unsuitable to compare to this. “Sounds bad,” he said instead.
and Geralt gets some while social-distancing:
She’d stilled her hands’ movement, and they were both staring at him pleadingly, the only thing moving in the frame Jaskier’s chest as he panted for breath. “Please,” Jaskier said again. He looked both wretched and debauched.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” Geralt said. “Do you want my blessing? Go ahead, have sex with each other, neither of you belongs to me.”
Jaskier made a distressed little noise and closed his eyes. Yen sat forward slightly and said, “Geralt, I don’t want your permission, I want your participation.”
