new work: Growing Out

[dragonlady7]

meet death sitting, the witcher

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I am trying to get back onto my Friday update schedule.

I am not feeling any less bad for inadvertently leaving Fit For Pearls on a cliffhanger (yes shh it did not occur to me that people were going to be in suspense there, listen I am not, well, on the ball at the moment), but– okay the Vergen plotline is still behind and needs to catch up. So this is Yennefer’s arrival in Vergen, and some more background on the situation, and a continuation of Iorveth and Saskia and Breniriel and the rest of the polycule. Extremely apropos, given yesterday’s comic update. ( cacheth https://tmblr.co/mRy2YsWvd0yXN7L8ZIjdOlA, the artist, complained after uploading it that Iorveth’s hair had grown slightly longer over the course of the comic, and I don’t see it, but it’s funny that I coincidentally had made that a theme of this chapter/work, especially given the theories we’d brainstormed about sex with dragons stimulating hair follicles. Because you’re worth it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBShd7sOEIE, Iorveth.)

But a large part of this chapter, I wrote a very long time ago indeed, and I am delighted to finally have a place to put it.

“Yennefer of Vengerberg, I presume,” Iorveth said, unfolding himself gracefully from the windowsill. He was tall– quite tall– and well-built, and it was clear that the scar was interrupting a face that had been strikingly, classically beautiful. Yennefer wasn’t in a mood to be swayed by beauty, however, and crossed her arms over her chest, giving him an unimpressed look.

“Well?” she said. “Had you anything to ask, or to say, or are you here sightseeing?”

“We’ve a mutual friend,” Iorveth said. “I had wanted to enquire after his health.”

Well, that answered her first question. Geralt hadn’t been up here recently. It also began to answer her second, new question, which was Did you and Geralt fuck? It was one of her favorite inward games to play, when she met people who knew the witcher. Geralt had wide-ranging tastes, unfettered by gender or class or… really any criteria that Yennefer clearly understood, though she was starting to tease out patterns. She had certainly begun to develop a good eye for what he went for. And what he went for was certainly this. (Your picture was not posted)

Comments

[resonant]

I think of your stories as being like it's 1799 and you're my cousin who's an uncommonly good correspondent and lives in a village where there's ever so much fascinating gossip. I'm not expecting to know when each of these plots will resolve - I'm just looking forward to pages and pages, and if I thought they were going to be about who was at the baroness's ball and whether Miss Hawkins got engaged as expected, still, I'm not disappointed if this week instead I get to hear about the apple harvest or your young neighbor's dancing lessons.