i don’t have tiiiiime
Jun. 25th, 2020 05:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I just don’t have time for anything lately, life at the farm is so hectic. I’m trying to do Grown-Up Emails today in my little scraps of time in and around the Nothing In Particular that piles up to make me so busy here, and nobody’s getting back to me and I don’t know how to solve any of my Problems.
All I really want to do is write; I’ve got like half-chapters each written of Ancient Sea and Fugitive. And don’t worry, the modern A/U I wasn’t going to write hasn’t been written because I haven’t had time to think about it, so I guess I’m spared that.
Anyway. I’m not dead and I’m progressing slowly, but by the time I have moments to contemplate it, I’m usually too tired to progress. But I’m super close to a scene i’ve been wanting to write for a while, so.
SO here’s a snippet to prove I’m still alive and doing this:
Axel gestured vaguely. “Incidentally I’ve told a lot of people that you and I are close friends, when they’ve asked about the song. I tell them all you and I go way back, and then I go on and on about how noble and self-sacrificing you are. By then they’ll usually buy me a drink, and if they seem receptive I tell them some of Lambert’s stories about you.”
“Lambert’s stories,” Geralt said, dismayed.
“The one about how you threw him out a window always goes over really well,” Axel said.
“Does it,” Geralt said. “How do you– do you tell it like I threw you out a window?”
“No, no,” Axel said, “I say it’s him, I just don’t mention whether I was there too or not.”Geralt contemplated that for a moment. “I suppose it matters which time I threw him out a window,” he said. “It’s happened on several occasions.”
“What gets me is that you had to premeditate it,” Axel said. “Like– he tells it like you just tossed him and he happened not to die, but you’d clearly rigged up a whole setup that was time-sensitive and you had to throw him into it within a certain time-frame.”
“Oh, yeah,” Geralt said. “No, Eskel helped me come up with it. We rigged the window so that it wouldn’t look like it was set up, but once he went through it the trap would go off and it would keep him from actually dying but he wouldn’t know that.”
“I didn’t know you could use Yrden like that,” Axel said. “I think he thinks you cast the Sign after you threw him.”
“No,” Geralt said. “And I can’t use Yrden like that, only Eskel can get it to work. So I had him cast it, and then I threw Lambert into it, and the trap kept him from falling fast enough to die.”
“Also there happened to be a spot under the window that wasn’t full of jagged rocks like the others,” Axel said.
“We spent hours setting that up,” Geralt said. “We had a code word too, when Lambert was being super annoying we’d call it, and Eskel would go and wait on the floor below and I’d delay him until I figured it had been long enough– about a minute and a half– and then I’d attack him and throw him out the window and Eskel could cast the Sign and he’d land on the huge pile of moss we kept under there for that very purpose. I think we probably did it half a dozen times, over a couple of decades.”
“He only talks about the once,” Axel said. “Makes it sound completely spontaneous.”
“Never did know whether he’d figured out how we did it,” Geralt said.
I just don’t have time for anything lately, life at the farm is so hectic. I’m trying to do Grown-Up Emails today in my little scraps of time in and around the Nothing In Particular that piles up to make me so busy here, and nobody’s getting back to me and I don’t know how to solve any of my Problems.
All I really want to do is write; I’ve got like half-chapters each written of Ancient Sea and Fugitive. And don’t worry, the modern A/U I wasn’t going to write hasn’t been written because I haven’t had time to think about it, so I guess I’m spared that.
Anyway. I’m not dead and I’m progressing slowly, but by the time I have moments to contemplate it, I’m usually too tired to progress. But I’m super close to a scene i’ve been wanting to write for a while, so.
SO here’s a snippet to prove I’m still alive and doing this:
Axel gestured vaguely. “Incidentally I’ve told a lot of people that you and I are close friends, when they’ve asked about the song. I tell them all you and I go way back, and then I go on and on about how noble and self-sacrificing you are. By then they’ll usually buy me a drink, and if they seem receptive I tell them some of Lambert’s stories about you.”
“Lambert’s stories,” Geralt said, dismayed.
“The one about how you threw him out a window always goes over really well,” Axel said.
“Does it,” Geralt said. “How do you– do you tell it like I threw you out a window?”
“No, no,” Axel said, “I say it’s him, I just don’t mention whether I was there too or not.”Geralt contemplated that for a moment. “I suppose it matters which time I threw him out a window,” he said. “It’s happened on several occasions.”
“What gets me is that you had to premeditate it,” Axel said. “Like– he tells it like you just tossed him and he happened not to die, but you’d clearly rigged up a whole setup that was time-sensitive and you had to throw him into it within a certain time-frame.”
“Oh, yeah,” Geralt said. “No, Eskel helped me come up with it. We rigged the window so that it wouldn’t look like it was set up, but once he went through it the trap would go off and it would keep him from actually dying but he wouldn’t know that.”
“I didn’t know you could use Yrden like that,” Axel said. “I think he thinks you cast the Sign after you threw him.”
“No,” Geralt said. “And I can’t use Yrden like that, only Eskel can get it to work. So I had him cast it, and then I threw Lambert into it, and the trap kept him from falling fast enough to die.”
“Also there happened to be a spot under the window that wasn’t full of jagged rocks like the others,” Axel said.
“We spent hours setting that up,” Geralt said. “We had a code word too, when Lambert was being super annoying we’d call it, and Eskel would go and wait on the floor below and I’d delay him until I figured it had been long enough– about a minute and a half– and then I’d attack him and throw him out the window and Eskel could cast the Sign and he’d land on the huge pile of moss we kept under there for that very purpose. I think we probably did it half a dozen times, over a couple of decades.”
“He only talks about the once,” Axel said. “Makes it sound completely spontaneous.”
“Never did know whether he’d figured out how we did it,” Geralt said.
