palate cleanser: fic snippet

[dragonlady7]

the witcher, witcher 3, meet death sitting

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yeah Geralt’s in this one

This is a ways forward in the Keira/Lambert thing, well after the plot is in motion, but I almost deleted it and am not sure it fits anyway so I’m putting it up here anyway.

Geralt was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read. “You know,” he said, “I expected you to try to win me over with tears, or something. I can smell how hard you’re working not to cry, and it’s really odd.”

Of course that set her off, and she burst into furious tears. “Fuck you,” she howled, and threw the crystal she’d been holding at him. He caught it, and she bit back her outburst and swallowed her tears down as hard as she could, and it was easy because her fury went right back down in the face of her hopelessness. “Shit, I need that back,” she said, and rubbed her face. “I deserved that,” she told herself.