dragonlady7

sitting, aiden lives, witcher lambert, keira metz

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Very Dark Magic, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/27993699

Note that I’ve made a new series just for the post-W3-timeline stuff with Keira and Lambert and… this newly-introduced character, note the tags, !!!!

I named it Trust https://archiveofourown.org/series/2048918, and it’s still nested within meet Death Sitting but I figured it was time to organize it that way as well.

Anyway we’re in it now, watch the tags for some dark shit.

She let go of his arm. “Of course,” she said. “You just– reminded me, of someone.” And she gestured lightly– she was a mage, it was a spell– an illusion spell.

A little illusion floated above her hand, sheltered from the view of the street by her body– an image. It was– ah, it was Lambert, gesturing as he talked, and then throwing his head back a little in laughter, and Aiden stared at it in naked longing, completely transfixed. Lambert. Oh, by the Gods, he’d– that had been his life, and he hadn’t even let himself think of it in so long, it had been buried deep down with his name. A little noise came out of his throat, without his volition, circumventing the compulsions. Lambert.

“You do know him,” she said. “He thinks you’re dead.”