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Another new short fic in the Meet Death Sitting series. I’ve been struggling with getting a handle on Vesemir’s motivations, so I wrote one from his POV.
It’s set in 1175. Geralt is 14, and Eskel maybe 15 (if you believe that he’s older), Geralt’s recently survived his second round of mutations, and the two boys are hitting various developmental milestones under Vesemir’s tutelage.
Dangerous Comforts, rated T just for general reasons that the canon is slightly horrifying. I also tagged it for Canonical Child Abuse because uh pretty much the whole canonical situation is Not Great. But– well, here it is.
oh also tw for vomit! There’s a little bit of puking in this. Mm, what else? IDK, sorry if I’ve missed any warnings.
Vesemir managed to get his weapon between Garvel’s cowering body and Geralt’s weapon, but he knew, grimly, he was only going to succeed in at best refocusing the kid’s frenzy onto himself. Geralt was only fourteen, couldn’t weigh much more than a hundred pounds, but he was fast, maybe faster than Vesemir already. And this frenzy might be permanent and fatal. The mutations were unstable for several years, and Geralt’s instability would only be compounded by the second round.
Geralt attacked Vesemir wildly, no awareness in his eyes, and Vesemir set his jaw and determinedly did his best to steer the kid away from the fallen Garvel, who was curled up in a terrified ball and hadn’t realized he’d been saved. Maybe he’d been saved– Vesemir couldn’t be sure he could actually keep Geralt away from him.
Geralt was fast, and he was strong, and if he weighed any more Vesemir would be in real trouble. And if he couldn’t get himself under control, Vesemir thought, heart sinking, he’d have to be put down.
Another new short fic in the Meet Death Sitting series. I’ve been struggling with getting a handle on Vesemir’s motivations, so I wrote one from his POV.
It’s set in 1175. Geralt is 14, and Eskel maybe 15 (if you believe that he’s older), Geralt’s recently survived his second round of mutations, and the two boys are hitting various developmental milestones under Vesemir’s tutelage.
Dangerous Comforts, rated T just for general reasons that the canon is slightly horrifying. I also tagged it for Canonical Child Abuse because uh pretty much the whole canonical situation is Not Great. But– well, here it is.
oh also tw for vomit! There’s a little bit of puking in this. Mm, what else? IDK, sorry if I’ve missed any warnings.
Vesemir managed to get his weapon between Garvel’s cowering body and Geralt’s weapon, but he knew, grimly, he was only going to succeed in at best refocusing the kid’s frenzy onto himself. Geralt was only fourteen, couldn’t weigh much more than a hundred pounds, but he was fast, maybe faster than Vesemir already. And this frenzy might be permanent and fatal. The mutations were unstable for several years, and Geralt’s instability would only be compounded by the second round.
Geralt attacked Vesemir wildly, no awareness in his eyes, and Vesemir set his jaw and determinedly did his best to steer the kid away from the fallen Garvel, who was curled up in a terrified ball and hadn’t realized he’d been saved. Maybe he’d been saved– Vesemir couldn’t be sure he could actually keep Geralt away from him.
Geralt was fast, and he was strong, and if he weighed any more Vesemir would be in real trouble. And if he couldn’t get himself under control, Vesemir thought, heart sinking, he’d have to be put down.
