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somehow today is friday, which seems unprecedented despite it happening every week, and i am not ready with an update, yet again, somehow? because somehow instead of finishing this fucking chapter, which i did realize on monday could be split so i did so i put up half of it and then i was going to finish the rest for today? somehow instead i didn’t do that? and i expected that to just kind of work itself out?

hang on i need to actually find that gif

no, i can’t figure out how to upload it here, never mind. you know the one https://media.tenor.co/videos/b9f077489f82fdcef87577fd0b83ffcc/mp4.

anyway

i have done a ton of the next chapter, including this:

“Does your ass say twelve miles to Gors Velen on it?” Ves said, delighted.

“Gors Velen’s only three, that way,” Roche said absently, then laughed. “If it does it’s far from the worst thing carved on me.”

Ves nodded. “The dick,” she said.

“You knew about that?” Roche demanded, disgusted, then turned on his heel and went and got back onto his horse, not waiting for an answer. Ves’s laughter was answer enough; they really didn’t need to get into it further.

but what i spent a ton of time on was this future scene, instead, which needs a lot of rewriting and also i need to set up the context before I write any more of it, but yes, I’m looping more Thronebreaker peeps in here than just Faengil despite literally never having played any of the games at all:

“So Meve puts you in a pretty collar,” Roche said, almost singsongy. “And you’re loyal to her, and she rewards you. And you’ll do anything to please her…” He trailed off, still staring into Gascon’s face. “Anything. And before you know it, you realize there’s nothing you won’t do.”

“There is nothing I won’t do,” Gascon said slowly, with an air of realization.

“There’s no easy road back from fanaticism,” Roche said. “Be careful what parts of yourself you strip away, to fit into that collar and make sure she never takes it off you.”

“I,” Gascon said, “it’s not– it’s not–”

“It is,” Roche said. “You’re not a stray anymore, Gascon. You’ve been tamed a while now. You couldn’t go back, if she threw you out. She’d never let you. And you couldn’t do it. But me– I’m a dog without a master now, and I do all right but I’ll never belong to anyone again. And it hasn’t destroyed me yet, but it’s going to, eventually.”

so anyway i may just uhhhh have the update day slip semi-permanently to Monday. (eyeroll)

cough i also wrote some of this, which, imagine this, was in a year-old abandoned document I had set aside and which I then resurrected because of lucet-weaving so we shall see if this becomes fiber nerdery or just remains smut and whether I can finally finish it or not.

Aiden’s teeth were sharp and he was clumsy with drink, so when he broke off to pant, “I wanna suck your cock,” Lambert laughed.

“Buddy,” he said, “I want that too, but I’d rather try it sober.”

Aiden gave him a wounded look, and Lambert laughed. He’d managed to figure out the fasteners of Aiden’s trousers by now, and he tried to get his hand in and couldn’t quite manage it, so Aiden paused to help him get them the rest of the way unfastened. “Did you just turn me down for that?” Aiden demanded.

“No,” Lambert said, “I asked if we could do it later.” He paused in his quest to get Aiden’s trousers open and looked up, suddenly a bit more sober. “Er. Unless this. Well. If you weren’t figuring on doing this more than this once.”

“Lamb,” Aiden said, distressed, and grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him in to clumsily mash their mouths together. “Lamb, I don’t even know what this is but I don’t want it to just be this.”

His clumsy grab had knocked them somewhat off-balance, and they rolled down on the ground next to the log. From this position Lambert had some more slack to work on Aiden’s trousers, and after a moment he realized what the difficulty was.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said, “Aiden, what–”

“It’s proportional,” Aiden said, already defensive. “Anyway you don’t have to–”

“Oh but I’m gonna,” Lambert said, and managed to extract the thing from Aiden’s trousers.

so i mean don’t hold your breath but there’s a lot in progress and we’re getting uhhhhh somewhere just not like. efficiently or whatever. (Your picture was not posted)