disorganized dilemma

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so i’m. well. writing several interlocked pieces of fiction.

i went through a rough patch where i was super busy and had no time to update either of them.

the way the timeline works, one of them is set later than the other. the one set earlier has a bunch of time still to cover before it catches up.

the one set later is just about to start interlocking into an already-published bit that’s set even later.

also i got writer’s blocked on that bit with a bit of unexpected unattached plot, and so i haven’t updated that one in a while. but i just got unblocked and managed to finish another chapter.

the one farthest back in the timeline, i have just sat down and kind of blocked out where the chapters are. I have four and a half chapters done of that one. but not the climax of the story, which is going to have the scene i will surely take the title of the piece from. i know what’s got to happen, roughly, but i have not written it.

so on the one hand, i should update the one that’s going to start the interlocking part, because that’s exciting and that story has been waiting longest.

but on the other hand i should start posting the one farthest back in the timeline, to start catching it up.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

details behind cut, and brief snippets. i miss doing polls on LJ, wish I could do one here. Which story should I focus on updating first, hmm??

so. Trust is published. It takes place from like…. November to March. Fit For Pearls is ongoing, and has been on unofficial hiatus; they’re at like… February. Soon is the scene where Keira shows up in Nilfgaard to confess to murdering Halmatia during Aiden’s rescue, which iirc is in like, Dusty Corridors or so. We’ll need Luliana and Morvran’s POV on this.

and then the Peace-Tied arc, up North, featuring Iorveth and Roche, is still back in November. The next story is midwinter-ish and does not tie in to the others save to set up a situation that will then resolve in yet another story that then will tie into the continuity of Pearls and Trust.

anyway.

our update choice:

1) Pearls, featuring Geralt adopting Morvran at a boring party:

“Hey,” Geralt said, sidling up next to him and nudging Voorhis’s elbow with his own. “Did you try these scallops? They’ve got some kind of fancy ham wrapped around them.”

Voorhis turned empty eyes toward him, though he didn’t quite make eye contact. “Yes,” he said, “very good.”

“Now,” Geralt said, “can’t help but notice you’ve got a sapphire in that ring of yours. Did you know it used to be forbidden in Temeria for anyone not in the royal family to wear sapphires?”

Voorhis focused on him slightly more accurately, clearly trying to puzzle out what Geralt was getting at. “You know,” he said, “I don’t– think I knew that?”

“No,” Geralt said, “it was only for a few years.” He shifted his weight a little, putting the bulk of himself between Voorhis and anyone else. “Shall I tell you about it?”

Voorhis’s gaze darted around uncertainly, taking in the various people around them, seeing that now that Geralt was in position no one else was trying to talk to him. He finally looked at Geralt’s face then. “Yes,” he said, quiet but intense.

and 2) Peace-Tied’s sequel, featuring Roche bemusedly contemplating elven adolescence:

Of all people, it was Faengil who rode up next to Roche, and stared at him. Of course the kid was a good rider. If he really was a kid. Maybe they were just fucking with Roche. After a few minutes the kid dropped back a little, and said to Ciaran, “Eighty.”

“Oh fuck off,” Roche said, “I am not eighty,” but he knew he’d more or less set himself up for this.

“Too old or too young?” Faengil asked, in apparently sincere earnestness. All right, he was young, that kind of obliviousness would be hard to fake.

“Well humans don’t live to be eighty,” Ciaran said.

“That’s not true,” Ruarigh said, “they absolutely do, I knew a woman who was ninety.”

“They live to be ninety,” Faengil said, with great conviction. From the way he said it, it was obvious he assumed that every human not otherwise killed dropped dead on the stroke of ninety.

“How have you never spent enough time with humans to know how long we live?” the former soldier asked. He was riding with Ves.

“Well we know how you die,” Iorveth said, but not loudly enough for the soldier to hear. Roche shot him a look, and Iorveth looked innocent. “Well? How old do Aen Sidhe live to be? Do you know?”

Roche sighed. “Not much older once I meet them, historically,” he said, gesturing resignedly with one hand. “Can we just acknowledge that neither of us has much of a leg to stand on, and move on?”

“So you’re seventy,” Faengil guessed. Roche glared at him. “I’m going the right direction,” he said confidently, and in that moment Roche could clearly understand that were this boy human he’d guess him to be no more than seventeen. “So, sixty!” (Your picture was not posted)