the modern a/u i’m not writing
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I’m not, but i sort of am because occasionally there’s interesting thoughts.
I’ve decided not to go this route but definitely had the thought that the Jaskier In Polly Pocket Outfits vs the Geralt In This Outfit is hilarious. But that’s not what I’m doing, purely because I’ve got Jaskier as a social worker so he has to be moderately respectable at some times at least. (That does not mean he could not show up in the Ken doll sleeveless tuxedo to some non-work function.)
(I haven’t entirely committed to writing this because I don’t know that I have the stones to write Geralt as Fundamentally Ancient And Bizarre as he ought to be.)
But here’s a snippet.
“What?” Geralt said finally.
“Oh,” Pancratz said, distracted– was he of some kind of mixed descent too? Could he smell Geralt?– no, surely not. “I was just– trying to place your accent.”
“My accent,” Geralt said, blank.
“Where are you from? Your file didn’t say.” Well… it wasn’t overtly hostile. Be polite, Geralt thought resignedly to himself.
“I’m local,” Geralt said. “I’m just old. I know the file explains that.”
Pancratz blushed slightly. “I– I know what–”
You are. Geralt raised an eyebrow. Would he say it? I know what you are. Just, straight out like that?
“That is,” Pancratz said. “I. I guess I never thought about that.” No. People didn’t just say it right out, anymore. Unless they did, in which case, well. At least he’d know what he was getting into, when someone just said it right out like that.
“Language changes,” Geralt said. “I only try sometimes to keep up.” He sighed, which was not a wise idea given how it pulled. He managed not to grimace. “I try harder, now. For her sake.”
“Of course,” Pancratz said quietly.
I’m not, but i sort of am because occasionally there’s interesting thoughts.
I’ve decided not to go this route but definitely had the thought that the Jaskier In Polly Pocket Outfits vs the Geralt In This Outfit is hilarious. But that’s not what I’m doing, purely because I’ve got Jaskier as a social worker so he has to be moderately respectable at some times at least. (That does not mean he could not show up in the Ken doll sleeveless tuxedo to some non-work function.)
(I haven’t entirely committed to writing this because I don’t know that I have the stones to write Geralt as Fundamentally Ancient And Bizarre as he ought to be.)
But here’s a snippet.
“What?” Geralt said finally.
“Oh,” Pancratz said, distracted– was he of some kind of mixed descent too? Could he smell Geralt?– no, surely not. “I was just– trying to place your accent.”
“My accent,” Geralt said, blank.
“Where are you from? Your file didn’t say.” Well… it wasn’t overtly hostile. Be polite, Geralt thought resignedly to himself.
“I’m local,” Geralt said. “I’m just old. I know the file explains that.”
Pancratz blushed slightly. “I– I know what–”
You are. Geralt raised an eyebrow. Would he say it? I know what you are. Just, straight out like that?
“That is,” Pancratz said. “I. I guess I never thought about that.” No. People didn’t just say it right out, anymore. Unless they did, in which case, well. At least he’d know what he was getting into, when someone just said it right out like that.
“Language changes,” Geralt said. “I only try sometimes to keep up.” He sighed, which was not a wise idea given how it pulled. He managed not to grimace. “I try harder, now. For her sake.”
“Of course,” Pancratz said quietly.
