chapter update dusty corridors

[dragonlady7]

witcher, fic update

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heh heh this chapter was supposed to go up on friday but then when thursday turned out to be friday i did not have the emotional wherewithal to adjust my internal scheduling, but here it is, anyway.

everyone reading this is like “ah! soon they will talk it out” listen. i tried.

chapter seven https://archiveofourown.org/works/28276716/chapters/70604307, in which Aiden rubber-ducks with a horse and attempts to get the only functioning brain cell started, and in which i try and fail to decide exactly how tall he really is.

Having a nearly eighty-inch armspan was incredibly useful in combat and in getting stuff off shelves and the rest of the time it was a r*eal fucking drag*.

“I’m not trying to loom,” Aiden said forlornly from across the room, “this is just me, I’m sorry, I’m out of practice.”

“I don’t know where you’re getting this notion of pity from,” Lambert said. He at least didn’t seem to have actually gotten set off, so that was a small mercy. “I genuinely just–”

“I would be well able to take care of myself,” Keira said, “if I weren’t so busy running around at your beck and call. I wouldn’t have had a migraine in the first place if I’d just had a chance to rest.”

“Well, hey, that’s not Lambert’s fault,” Aiden said, but he was standing so far back she wasn’t paying attention to him, which was just fucking great because if he came any closer he’d scare her. He really couldn’t win. He contemplated lying on the ground and grabbing people’s ankles. He could reach, from here. (Your picture was not posted)