fic update: Learning Experiences
Oct. 16th, 2020 08:27 amto post this during not-winter
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This is the Baby Lambert fic but he isn’t in this chapter, this is some Geralt stuff.
Mostly, I wanted to give Varin a little more dimension, though Geralt’s POV makes it tricky to really get a handle on him. Still.
Chapter 4: Frostproof https://archiveofourown.org/works/26121523/chapters/66023854
“Show me your hands,” Varin said. “I want to see if you’re frostproof.”
Somewhat bemused, Geralt held out his hands, and Varin inspected them. As he did so, Geralt realized the swordmaster’s left hand was frostbitten, the fingers swollen taut. Geralt’s hands weren’t exactly comfortable, but no, he didn’t have frostbite. Varin looked up into his face, and he was startled to note that the older Witcher had patches of frostbite on his cheeks and nose as well.
“Perhaps you are frostproof,” Varin said, quirking an eyebrow.
“Or I had good mittens,” Geralt said.
“That’s true, it’s hardly a conclusive test,” Varin said. He kept his eyes on Geralt’s face, searching as if he’d find some other evidence there. “You could’ve taken a couple more potions too, doubtless.”
“I mean,” Geralt said, “so could you.” He shrugged. “Is that what this was about? You want to know if I was worth it? The answer’s no, Varin, I’m not that much better. Not three boys’ worth better.”
Varin glanced down at Geralt’s hands, then released them and looked back up into his face, clasping his own hands behind himself. “That wasn’t why I came with you,” he said.