ancient sea snippet
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this is from the part I was writing to be the end of the chapter update I just posted, only it was getting too long and involved and I was like nope! nope and wrote that geralt & eskel brofist scene end thing in like 15 minutes instead. But I think I’ll keep it and work it into the next chapter; I was experimenting with having Coen have a POV and it’s a bit angsty but the point is Shenanigans, so.
“I didn’t spy on anybody,” Lambert said, “but I’ll tell you this–”
“You didn’t spy, hm?” Coen said. He knew Lambert was always prowling the halls at odd hours, knew the guy was the nosiest motherfucker he’d ever met.
“Spying is different,” Lambert said. “I keep track of things, that’s not spying.”
“Just out of curiosity,” Coen said, “what does count as spying?”
“If I’d pressed my ear to the door, for example,” Lambert said, “that’d be spying.”
“You didn’t, hm?” Coen said, openly skeptical.
Lambert tilted his head a little, drawing himself up, but then deflated. “Well,” he said. “I was going to, but my medallion started humming and I realized she had a silencing charm on the whole place so it wouldn’t have done any good.”
this is from the part I was writing to be the end of the chapter update I just posted, only it was getting too long and involved and I was like nope! nope and wrote that geralt & eskel brofist scene end thing in like 15 minutes instead. But I think I’ll keep it and work it into the next chapter; I was experimenting with having Coen have a POV and it’s a bit angsty but the point is Shenanigans, so.
“I didn’t spy on anybody,” Lambert said, “but I’ll tell you this–”
“You didn’t spy, hm?” Coen said. He knew Lambert was always prowling the halls at odd hours, knew the guy was the nosiest motherfucker he’d ever met.
“Spying is different,” Lambert said. “I keep track of things, that’s not spying.”
“Just out of curiosity,” Coen said, “what does count as spying?”
“If I’d pressed my ear to the door, for example,” Lambert said, “that’d be spying.”
“You didn’t, hm?” Coen said, openly skeptical.
Lambert tilted his head a little, drawing himself up, but then deflated. “Well,” he said. “I was going to, but my medallion started humming and I realized she had a silencing charm on the whole place so it wouldn’t have done any good.”
