chapter update
Feb. 27th, 2020 03:59 pmvia https://ift.tt/2T3NH8v
Update to The Ancient Sea: chapter 2, Insights
We’re getting some POV changes now, so, several snippets, and some observations.
Sometimes characters kind of surprise you. I didn’t know much about Lambert and didn’t expect much, researching him (he seems like kind of a jerk), but![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
akilah12902 linked me to a playthrough vid of him with Geralt wherein he talks about how he became a Witcher. Well, shit; I figured on using him as a background character, but he cares a lot about why Geralt’s dragging little girls into Kaer Morhen.
Geralt wouldn’t have thought Lambert would be so protective of orphans, but then, there were no limits on things the guy could get upset about, so. Shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Lambert,” Eskel said, “Geralt wouldn’t even fuck that bard that wrote him the song, because he said the guy was too young, and he was like, twenty-five.”
“He was eighteen,” Geralt corrected, and then cleared his throat. “He’s forty now,” he added.
Eskel caught a lot more out of that interjection than anyone else did, and turned to stare at Geralt, opening his mouth to comment on it, but Geralt ignored him and went on, instead, with the original conversation.
Meanwhile,
“Oh don’t look like that,” Nerio said.
“I literally, literally, paid for it with my ass,” Jaskier said. “Literally.”
“Trust you,” Nerio said, disgusted, “to somehow make a scandal of this.”
“What can I say,” Jaskier said. “I lead a charmed life.”
[bonus: “One does not understand sorceresses,” Jaskier said. “You just– try to survive them.”]
and: we get a new character to this series!
“Come off it,” Yennefer said. “I know you’re there, Triss.”
“I’m saving my strength,” Triss said back finally through the message portal, faintly.
“This is important,” Yennefer said.
Maybe I’ve got too much in this chapter, because there’s more than one new character. Well, I’ll leave the rest a mystery. It’s a long juicy update for a snowy Thursday, and a twofer thanks to my ridiculous early awakening this morning.
Update to The Ancient Sea: chapter 2, Insights
We’re getting some POV changes now, so, several snippets, and some observations.
Sometimes characters kind of surprise you. I didn’t know much about Lambert and didn’t expect much, researching him (he seems like kind of a jerk), but
akilah12902 linked me to a playthrough vid of him with Geralt wherein he talks about how he became a Witcher. Well, shit; I figured on using him as a background character, but he cares a lot about why Geralt’s dragging little girls into Kaer Morhen. Geralt wouldn’t have thought Lambert would be so protective of orphans, but then, there were no limits on things the guy could get upset about, so. Shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Lambert,” Eskel said, “Geralt wouldn’t even fuck that bard that wrote him the song, because he said the guy was too young, and he was like, twenty-five.”
“He was eighteen,” Geralt corrected, and then cleared his throat. “He’s forty now,” he added.
Eskel caught a lot more out of that interjection than anyone else did, and turned to stare at Geralt, opening his mouth to comment on it, but Geralt ignored him and went on, instead, with the original conversation.
Meanwhile,
“Oh don’t look like that,” Nerio said.
“I literally, literally, paid for it with my ass,” Jaskier said. “Literally.”
“Trust you,” Nerio said, disgusted, “to somehow make a scandal of this.”
“What can I say,” Jaskier said. “I lead a charmed life.”
[bonus: “One does not understand sorceresses,” Jaskier said. “You just– try to survive them.”]
and: we get a new character to this series!
“Come off it,” Yennefer said. “I know you’re there, Triss.”
“I’m saving my strength,” Triss said back finally through the message portal, faintly.
“This is important,” Yennefer said.
Maybe I’ve got too much in this chapter, because there’s more than one new character. Well, I’ll leave the rest a mystery. It’s a long juicy update for a snowy Thursday, and a twofer thanks to my ridiculous early awakening this morning.
oh duh fic update
Feb. 25th, 2020 02:28 pmvia https://ift.tt/38WEe8M
Ha ha I just came on here like “aw no notes? on my update? nobody liked? what?” and it was only as I was disconsolately scrolling that I was like
did I actually… update the fic?
and the answer is that I did not, so. Like, I did not even come close to doing so, did not even compose a post about it, had not even created the work on AO3 as a draft. I made a title, though, so in my head, I was done.
It’s only a short one, but. There it is. Ciri gets to Kaer Morhen. I wanted to do more of her POV, but– well, she was really tired, so, we’ll get more of her later. This is kind of an interstitial little chapter, setting up for action later and establishing things. Ancient Sea, chapter 1: Wolf Pack, on AO3
“I found all your gear, Geralt, all together, in a guardroom near the gate.” Eskel sat down beside him on the bench, straddling the bench and looking– upset. He was upset. “It looked like they’d looted your corpse. Every knife, Geralt– every knife.” He held up a cloth bag, set it on the table, opened the top, and spilled out a collection of daggers, mostly silver-coated but not all. “The ones you hand over when they tell you to disarm, and the ones you never do.” He poked through them and pulled out a little battered steel folding knife, which Geralt always kept inside his waistband, near the skin. The wooden handle had long since worn through and fallen off, and he’d wrapped his unskilled repair in rawhide that had begun to wear away as well. It was a little boy’s knife, had been a little boy’s knife a hundred years ago. No one ever found it in searches. But the Cintran guards had.
Geralt nodded. There wasn’t much to say.
Ha ha I just came on here like “aw no notes? on my update? nobody liked? what?” and it was only as I was disconsolately scrolling that I was like
did I actually… update the fic?
and the answer is that I did not, so. Like, I did not even come close to doing so, did not even compose a post about it, had not even created the work on AO3 as a draft. I made a title, though, so in my head, I was done.
It’s only a short one, but. There it is. Ciri gets to Kaer Morhen. I wanted to do more of her POV, but– well, she was really tired, so, we’ll get more of her later. This is kind of an interstitial little chapter, setting up for action later and establishing things. Ancient Sea, chapter 1: Wolf Pack, on AO3
“I found all your gear, Geralt, all together, in a guardroom near the gate.” Eskel sat down beside him on the bench, straddling the bench and looking– upset. He was upset. “It looked like they’d looted your corpse. Every knife, Geralt– every knife.” He held up a cloth bag, set it on the table, opened the top, and spilled out a collection of daggers, mostly silver-coated but not all. “The ones you hand over when they tell you to disarm, and the ones you never do.” He poked through them and pulled out a little battered steel folding knife, which Geralt always kept inside his waistband, near the skin. The wooden handle had long since worn through and fallen off, and he’d wrapped his unskilled repair in rawhide that had begun to wear away as well. It was a little boy’s knife, had been a little boy’s knife a hundred years ago. No one ever found it in searches. But the Cintran guards had.
Geralt nodded. There wasn’t much to say.
Along Came This Song
Feb. 21st, 2020 03:59 pmvia https://ift.tt/37NGg9M
So the next sequential bit of Meet Death Sitting is taking some editing. It’s. Also not super-fluffy? It’s not noncon but it’s like, there’s some sort of… transactional? sex in it? and it’s. It’s not dark exactly, but it’s not as sweet as the rest has been.
So for this lovely freezing Friday I’m tossing y’all a coin in the form of a reasonably-fluffy backstory fic featuring Eskel. Who, I know, in the first installment of Meet Death Sitting, I had Jaskier say he hadn’t met. But.
(I’m asking this in the fic notes too– should we pretend he’s an unreliable narrator or should I fix that line and make this line up better? or what? feel free to weigh in)
So anyway, this also is where the most recent banter post I made wound up finding its home. Not shippy, but there’s some fun homoeroticism, everyone loves that.
Along Came This Song, 5900 words, on AO3.
“You,” Eskel said, with sudden realization. He’d been catching up to that bard; the last town had said he’d been through “yesterday”. Posh, Redanian, foppish, string calluses on fingers. This was the guy, beyond all doubt.
The young man blinked, not without alarm. “Me,” he said.
“Do you know,” Eskel said, making himself speak more quietly. Also he was looming over the kid, so he sat down on his haunches to look at him more on his eye level. “I’ve been on this road three weeks, and for the last two, people have suddenly been tossing coins at me wherever I go.”
The young man looked perplexed for the barest instant, then guilty, then delighted. “Have you now,” he said.
Bonus content:
It was sort of Geralt’s fault they’d gotten chased out of town before the bard could even try to play at the inn; Roach had wandered off and had apparently eaten an entire nest of new-hatched chicks right out from under a broody hen, and there had been a lot of screaming and general unwarranted chaos. That wasn’t such odd behavior for a horse, really, but the fact that she was a Witcher’s horse meant everyone figured she was cursed.
So the next sequential bit of Meet Death Sitting is taking some editing. It’s. Also not super-fluffy? It’s not noncon but it’s like, there’s some sort of… transactional? sex in it? and it’s. It’s not dark exactly, but it’s not as sweet as the rest has been.
So for this lovely freezing Friday I’m tossing y’all a coin in the form of a reasonably-fluffy backstory fic featuring Eskel. Who, I know, in the first installment of Meet Death Sitting, I had Jaskier say he hadn’t met. But.
(I’m asking this in the fic notes too– should we pretend he’s an unreliable narrator or should I fix that line and make this line up better? or what? feel free to weigh in)
So anyway, this also is where the most recent banter post I made wound up finding its home. Not shippy, but there’s some fun homoeroticism, everyone loves that.
Along Came This Song, 5900 words, on AO3.
“You,” Eskel said, with sudden realization. He’d been catching up to that bard; the last town had said he’d been through “yesterday”. Posh, Redanian, foppish, string calluses on fingers. This was the guy, beyond all doubt.
The young man blinked, not without alarm. “Me,” he said.
“Do you know,” Eskel said, making himself speak more quietly. Also he was looming over the kid, so he sat down on his haunches to look at him more on his eye level. “I’ve been on this road three weeks, and for the last two, people have suddenly been tossing coins at me wherever I go.”
The young man looked perplexed for the barest instant, then guilty, then delighted. “Have you now,” he said.
Bonus content:
It was sort of Geralt’s fault they’d gotten chased out of town before the bard could even try to play at the inn; Roach had wandered off and had apparently eaten an entire nest of new-hatched chicks right out from under a broody hen, and there had been a lot of screaming and general unwarranted chaos. That wasn’t such odd behavior for a horse, really, but the fact that she was a Witcher’s horse meant everyone figured she was cursed.
