forty: ancient sea missing scene
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I did it, I posted the missing scene as a standalone fic.
i am having so much goddamn trouble finding both the time and the focus to fucking finish the next chapter of Ancient Sea, it is not going well y’all, but I have this to offer instead for the moment.
featuring Geralt and Eskel being super childish and also super adult, and Ciri being Super Done With Them Both even though she’s only been at Kaer Morhen for like, a full day at this point.
Forty, on AO3.
Geralt was still lying on the floor, and he rolled his eyes and made no attempt to get up. “It’s all right, Ciri,” he said, “Eskel was trying to beat me up but he didn’t succeed.”
The crack widened slightly, and a small face peered suspiciously out until Eskel was within her angle of view. “Why would he do that?” she asked.
“Because he’s basically rotten,” Geralt said, sitting up onto his elbow. “Don’t worry, I won.”
“You don’t look like you won,” Ciri said doubtfully, and Eskel started laughing, laughing so hard he bent double.
Geralt whipped to his feet and had yanked Eskel down and pinned him again before Eskel even stopped laughing. He lay on his back on the floor under Geralt, still laughing. “Never assume a fight is over,” Eskel said.
“Well,” Geralt said, “maybe it is now,” and that was when he realized that Eskel’s left hand was still mostly free, and just as the realization hit him, so did just enough of an Aard that he flew backward approximately his own bodylength and slammed quite hard into the wall. “Fuck,” he wheezed.
I did it, I posted the missing scene as a standalone fic.
i am having so much goddamn trouble finding both the time and the focus to fucking finish the next chapter of Ancient Sea, it is not going well y’all, but I have this to offer instead for the moment.
featuring Geralt and Eskel being super childish and also super adult, and Ciri being Super Done With Them Both even though she’s only been at Kaer Morhen for like, a full day at this point.
Forty, on AO3.
Geralt was still lying on the floor, and he rolled his eyes and made no attempt to get up. “It’s all right, Ciri,” he said, “Eskel was trying to beat me up but he didn’t succeed.”
The crack widened slightly, and a small face peered suspiciously out until Eskel was within her angle of view. “Why would he do that?” she asked.
“Because he’s basically rotten,” Geralt said, sitting up onto his elbow. “Don’t worry, I won.”
“You don’t look like you won,” Ciri said doubtfully, and Eskel started laughing, laughing so hard he bent double.
Geralt whipped to his feet and had yanked Eskel down and pinned him again before Eskel even stopped laughing. He lay on his back on the floor under Geralt, still laughing. “Never assume a fight is over,” Eskel said.
“Well,” Geralt said, “maybe it is now,” and that was when he realized that Eskel’s left hand was still mostly free, and just as the realization hit him, so did just enough of an Aard that he flew backward approximately his own bodylength and slammed quite hard into the wall. “Fuck,” he wheezed.
