fic update
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This is the sequel to Little Fishie, which I’d toyed with making longer and still might but for now it’s one chapter long.
In which Geralt meets up with Jaskier again, for the first time after the plague, and has occasion to return the favor of buying dessert. Featuring a ridiculous endnote about, of all things, Witcher teeth.
Fugitive, on AO3
“Must be nice,” Jaskier said hollowly, and then shook himself and looked up, grimacing in horror at himself. “See? See! Stupid poor little rich boy self-pity.” There was a self-directed viciousness to his tone that was jarring.
Geralt looked at him for a moment, then looked down at his hands, this time making much of gathering himself, for humorous effect. “I can’t believe,” he said slowly, “that I am going to have to be the one to say this to you, Jaskier, but– your feelings–” He paused, breathed out, and breathed back in again. “Are valid, and other people seeming to have it worse or not doesn’t change that.”
It worked; Jaskier laughed. “Did that hurt?” he said. “It sounded like it hurt.”
“It did hurt, a bit,” Geralt admitted. “Now don’t make me say it again. I’m sorry to hear of your trouble.”
This is the sequel to Little Fishie, which I’d toyed with making longer and still might but for now it’s one chapter long.
In which Geralt meets up with Jaskier again, for the first time after the plague, and has occasion to return the favor of buying dessert. Featuring a ridiculous endnote about, of all things, Witcher teeth.
Fugitive, on AO3
“Must be nice,” Jaskier said hollowly, and then shook himself and looked up, grimacing in horror at himself. “See? See! Stupid poor little rich boy self-pity.” There was a self-directed viciousness to his tone that was jarring.
Geralt looked at him for a moment, then looked down at his hands, this time making much of gathering himself, for humorous effect. “I can’t believe,” he said slowly, “that I am going to have to be the one to say this to you, Jaskier, but– your feelings–” He paused, breathed out, and breathed back in again. “Are valid, and other people seeming to have it worse or not doesn’t change that.”
It worked; Jaskier laughed. “Did that hurt?” he said. “It sounded like it hurt.”
“It did hurt, a bit,” Geralt admitted. “Now don’t make me say it again. I’m sorry to hear of your trouble.”
