me and my numbers difficulties

[dragonlady7]

peace-tied, the witcher, roveth, Roche/Iorveth, Witcher 2

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happy monday. i’ve been trying to finish up the edits on the second half of the scene of the Roveth thing and when I realized I had to split it in half for length I put in an H1 chapter heading that just said CHAPTER ?? because i can’t remember what numbers are on any of my chapters ever

(it’s in a Google doc with suggestions enabled, since I have the great good fortune of having attracted beta readers, plural, as enumerated in the credits {all hail})

and one of my betas very tenderly suggested “6″, because that is in fact the number of the chapter

<3 <3 <3

anyway!!

oh ha ha no, that’s the number of the next chapter. This one is chapter 5. Which has all the good stuff I promised before.

Chapter 5 of Peace-Tied, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/81073057/previewhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/32023453/chapters/81073057

“I’m the one with the sword,” Iorveth said. “For the purposes of this… exercise, I’m in charge. I’ve defeated you, remember. And I’m going to have my wicked way with you.”

“I seem to recall being fairly badly injured after that fight,” Roche mused. “Should we pretend that, as well? Should I be lying here bleeding?”

“I could just– injure you,” Iorveth said. “Since you seem to need all this verisimilitude.”

“Might be hard to explain,” Roche said, but sat very still as Iorveth brought the sword down and traced it, just a whisper, across his chest, demonstrating truly impressive fine point control to keep contact but not cut him. Iorveth pulled the sword back, as if to plunge it straight into Roche’s ribcage, and Roche stopped breathing for a second, staring at Iorveth– surely he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t dare– but it made his heart suddenly thunder very loudly in his ears, to think about it.

“Trousers off,” Iorveth said, voice low and husky. (Your picture was not posted)