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[dragonlady7]

of vengerburg, yennefer pegs jaskier, meet death sitting, the witcher

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Somewhere in my neighborhood someone’s car alarm went off at like 4am. Long enough that I slowly came out of sleep into groggy half-dreaming and thence to wakefulness. It shut off, and I lay there pondering things a while, and slid back off into sleep.

And then it went off again, at like, 4:45, so.

I knew I wouldn’t fall back asleep, but I wasn’t going to get out of bed until the opening scene of this fic sort of came to me, so, I guess I do have one more Witcher fic in the Ancient Sea timeline to do.

Yennefer wasn’t a cottage-in-the-woods kind of witch. She could admire the aesthetic, certainly, and there was a quaint folkloric charm to it, but she was much more a city sorceress, and so instead she had a tasteful two-story townhouse with a retail front downstairs and a workshop in the back and a nice apartment upstairs for her to live in. She didn’t have a garden, didn’t do any cooking, didn’t have any chickens of her own, no livestock, no kitchen to speak of. Her neighbors were a barber shop on one side and a tailor’s shop on the other, and there was a tavern two doors down that delivered her meals to her when she was in residence so she never had to waste her own time on anything domestic.

The fic has a spoilery working title about Dandelion but I know it’s mostly Yennefer-centric because I need more of her, so. We’ll see where it goes but all I have so far is Yennefer the city witch sexually torturing Jaskier until he cries, and I figure that’s all anyone could really ask for as an opener. (Actually, the opener is that she has just done this and now he’s crying and she’s lying there being both pleased with herself and solicitous of him. Listen I don’t actually know what my id is up to either.)

It’s more useful than either excoriating myself over nothing original I write being any good, or making little fantasy lists of the things I would comfort-buy myself if I ever got paid any actual money for any of the things I do in my life.

(My current weird obsession is that I would buy 18th-c tailoring books https://burnleyandtrowbridge.com/products/the-workmans-guide-to-tailoring-stitches-and-techniques-by-a-tailor?pr_prod_strat=collection_fallback&pr_rec_pid=4463788589143&pr_ref_pid=4463788556375&pr_seq=uniform and all of the twill tape in the world. I’m not sure why, that’s just what’s currently preoccupying me. I had set aside a work giftcard to buy myself frivolous things to keep me sane and I did buy one (1) totally unnecessary necklace with it but then I lost my nerve and spent the rest on first aid supplies and toilet paper just before it was set to expire, so. There’s no point in trying to have nice things if you’re too anxious to be able to enjoy them.)