fic update

[dragonlady7]

metz/lambert, the ideal man, meet death sitting, my writing, fic update

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I am feeling shitty and anxious today (in the future let’s hope it’s funny to look back and be like “huh why? oh yeah I guess that must’ve been a scary time to be alive! LOL good thing it worked out fine”) so while I was going to write more ahead in Ideal Man to make sure I’d worked out exactly where I was going all this, I decided instead that I need Validation™ so here we are with a chapter.

I taught myself fingerloop braiding for this, btw, just so I could be sure I was describing it correctly. (Eh, it was fine, I didn’t rewrite my description afterward. I only spent like an hour on it it’s fine.)

In which Lambert and Keira negotiate some boundaries and do witchy things in bed.

Many props to anoke https://archiveofourown.org/users/anoke/pseuds/anoke for beta reading on this one for continuity stuff etc, and generally for cheerleading, this has been very important.

Chapter 4: Power Objects https://archiveofourown.org/works/26847148/chapters/66834340

“You don’t have to mope,” he said, a little crossly.

She curled in on herself defensively. This was why she manipulated people. If you were honest and vulnerable with them, they invariably found you lacking, and turned on you. If you just– controlled them, then you could keep them guessing long enough to get what you needed to get, and maybe you’d part badly but it was better that than– well.

Well, it was a rejection, and she had enough practice accepting those; they were what she mostly got, in her life. “I’m not moping,” she said, not liking how shrill she’d gone but not really able to help it either. “I’m trying to respect your boundaries, and I’m not very good at it.”