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I pecked at various Ws IP today while I was at work, and it was a frustrating and annoying day at work, but I got things done, and I wrote a lot of words, but alas I am now at that state where having written a lot today, and a lot of it being the dull grind of getting a work from one scene I’m excited about to the next, meaning that I have to write the boring bits, I’m now convinced that everything I’ve ever written is dull and annoying and so it’s definitely, definitely time to log the fuck off and not read any things.

here’s a snippet tho:

Lambert knew his upbringing had been a little lacking when it came to acknowledging emotions and the like, but he’d figured out his own way around to keeping the peace with people, and generally knowing what was going on at any given times with the stuff people said and didn’t, and so on. Mostly where he still had trouble was with his own emotions, but he figured compared to Geralt he was doing great there. (Eskel somehow still seemed to have that shit sussed right the fuck out, and that was a mystery to Lambert, how he’d managed that, but then a lot of things Eskel did were mysteries.)

and another snippet from a different W:

Jaskier started walking, half-holding his breath, stepping lightly, listening for echoing footsteps, listening for that rustling in the undergrowth. At first he heard nothing, but a few paces later he paused suddenly and heard it: a faint rustle as something that had been moving stopped with him.

That was worse: it was aware of his motion, and using his movements as cover for the sounds of its own movements.

He wasn’t being watched, he was being stalked.

“Fuck,” he said out loud, and started walking slightly faster.