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metz/lambert, meet death sitting, the witcher, witcher 3 spoilers

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A new chapter, featuring Ciri gleefully annoying Emhyr, and Lambert and Keira being cute in the snow, and Lambert doing typical Witchery things like getting himself nearly killed and not being fussed about it. Oh, with a small Lil Bleater cameo, too.

Chapter 4: Need Or Want https://archiveofourown.org/works/27578783

This chapter concludes this story, so that I can post the next story, which was the first Lambert/Keira thing I wrote and which I’ve now had to heavily edit since I discovered so many things about them to explain why it wasn’t working initially, so– I don’t have it titled or quite finished yet but I’ll be posting it soonish and that’s where the Plot Starts, so all this has been setup, and I appreciate you all following along.

I should really separate this out into a sub-series; it’s still in continuity with Meet Death Sitting but it’s probably confusing not to differentiate. Hmmmm what can I call this series??? Accepting suggestions; the winner will probably be the pithiest two-word phrase out of the thusfar-published stories, LOL.

(Stories will probably remain in both series, the way I handled the Star Wars things with Lost Kings semi-separated from Home in the Wind but still under the umbrella of it.)

I’m glad I put Ciri in this one, mostly because I love making her annoy Emhyr.

Emhyr examined her for a moment. “You’re hoping it’s [Geralt],” he said.

“Why wouldn’t I hope to see him?” Ciri asked. The likelihood that Emhyr was displaying any true jealousy was much lower than that of him using this to try to provoke her, she knew that by now. “He’s someone very important to me and attempting to conceal that would only make it more obvious. For that matter trying to conceal my close ties with any of the Wolf School Witchers would only make me look either weak and foolish, or ungrateful. My past is a matter of public record at this point and while I’m open to adopting a more civilized aspect to make me easier for Nilfgaardians to work with, it seems counterproductive to go beyond that and seem to be pretending not to be what I am.”

“I appreciate the distinction,” Emhyr said, “but you could err more on the side of the civilized aspect,” and he gave her posture a pointed look.

She smiled cheerfully. “I could,” she said, “but I could also save it for someone who isn’t already stuck with me.”