Essi gasped awake in the dark of her bedroom as the howling wind buffeted the solid stone walls of Kaer Trolde in vain. The only sounds apart from the relentless gale were her own heavy breathing and the blood pounding in her ears. She took a deep breath and reached for the cup of water on the nightstand.
āMmm, bad dreams, lover?ā The blankets rustled as warm lips pressed to the back of Essi's shoulder.
āYes. But you should go back to sleep,ā she said plainly, taking a deep breath and a deeper drink.
āIām not partial to sleeping while my bedmateās in turmoil, thank you very much.ā An Craite nosed at the back of Essiās ear and snaked an arm around her waist. The warm pressure against the poetās back was firm and reassuring, and her breath eased a little from her chest, settling somewhere a little lower.
āIām not in turmoil, Cerys. It was just a dream. Iāll be alright.ā
āAye,ā Crachās daughter began to traverse the tender landscape of Essiās neck, āyou will. But why play the hero when you donāt have to? Besides, how do you know I wasnāt already awake?ā
āI heard you stir! Youāre hardly subtle about waking up,ā Essi smirked, turning her head towards her lover's lips.
āAnd I suppose I should scold you for not being quiet about being frightened awake.ā Their lips quietly slotted together, both tasting of early morning and the remains of bedtime mead. Cerys tilted her head fondly, surveying Essiās frizzy halo of pillow-mussed golden hair. She was beautiful like this: sleep-pliant and puffy-eyed, her usual veneer of coy inscrutability set aside for the time being to show the soft, messy chaos that dwelled beneath it.
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*vibrating at a probably inhuman frequency* Aro Eskel???? šššš (Heronfem's Beginner's Guide has me craving more aro Eskel whoops)
I do not know what this Heronfemās Beginnerās Guide is???
I am sure there must be other takes on Aro Eskel but this excitement now has me worried that I wonāt do it justice, lol.
Edited to add: OHHHHH you mean A Beginnerās Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit
Yeah Iām reading that one but somehow Eskel being aro was not the most salient feature of the story, for me-- listen, thereās a lot of worldbuilding in that story and I was mostly taken in by Lambert in a stunning ballgown, okay.
All yāall whoāve enjoyed my nonbinary Lambert, thereās a really fully-realized modern A/U NB Lambert with a super interestingly worldbuilt modern Continent in that story, btw, and it updates regularly and is fantastic.
@childoffantasy wanted hand kink and so it was born
Not on my computer so no snippets lmao but Geralt massages Jaskier's hands and Jaskier gets horny about it. Luckily for him Geralt is also horny about it lmao
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childoffantasy replied to your post ātienriu replied to your post āSo I donāt know a lot aboutĀ āThe Faeā...ā
....Return Of Hydrocodone Midnight Theatre??????
LOL, sadly no, I didnāt get any of the Good Shit for my concussion (didnāt really need any, so thatās neither here nor there). But marijuana is legal for recreational use in Chicago now, so once the crowds die down and supply is a little more steady, there may be some Edibles Midnight Theatre :DĀ
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niennanir replied to your post āstarkwest replied to your post āSo I donāt know a lot about āThe Faeā...ā
yeah, a lot of this is extremely modern and western European and possibly not accurate. If you want to take a dunk in the fae worlds but not wade in too deep I'm going to recommend George MacDonald's <i>Phantastes.</i>
Well, I donāt mind stuff being recent, precisely, I just like to know what is and what isnāt, you know? Like if Iām going to bite a living authorās style I want it to be intentional :D But Iām starting to figure it out -- the more I learn about specific terminology the easier it is to follow it back to its source.Ā
prof-elsie replied to your post ātienriu replied to your post āSo I donāt know a lot aboutĀ āThe Faeā...ā
You need to look at Tam Lin, if you havenāt already.
You know, I feel like itās some kind of curse, but Iāve never been able to read Tam Lin. Even trying to read summaries I just GET SO BORED. And I donāt think Tam Lin is in and of itself boring! I just canāt stand it. (I actually have already written a scene in which Sly Devil is likeĀ āNo, I DONāT own a copy of Tam Lin, thatās for a REASON, itās RUBBISHā and his apprentice mimes clutching her pearls in shock.)
owlsongsandgoblinlaughs replied to your post āstarkwest replied to your post āSo I donāt know a lot about āThe Faeā...ā
everything that person told you is an elaborate fiction no more than 200 years old at best.
Be fair, Titania as a fairy queen shows up in Shakespeare and thatās 400 years old. :DĀ
yee-jun replied to your post ātienriu replied to your post āSo I donāt know a lot aboutĀ āThe Faeā...ā
You abbreviated Sly Devil to Dev so now my brain has fancast Dev Patel...
Honestly thatās kind of where my brain went too. :DĀ
drgaellon replied to your post ātienriu replied to your post āSo I donāt know a lot aboutĀ āThe Faeā...ā
Naproxen isn't Advil, Sam, though it is related. Naprosyn = naproxen. Advil = Motrin = ibuprofen.
Dammit! I can never keep them straight. I only ever try to use the brand names because when I sayĀ āNaproxen sodiumā people look at me like I just claimed to be an alchemist :D I canāt help it, we always bought the generic stuff so I donāt know any of the brand names. I guess Aleve is Naproxen, and I just never get the A names right.Ā
POV ā something thatās already happened, retold from another characterās perspective
oh iām so glad you did this one i literally already had one in mind from when i read through that ask game. from one of the next fics in the fire and powder verse, working title currently km2. iāll put the part iām doing in original (eskel) perspective first for context, since km2 hasnāt been posted. under the cut!
And at first, Eskel doesnāt recognize the tune Lambert starts to play. Or ā no, he recognizes it, itās one of Jaskierās songs, but he canāt name it. Until Lambert starts trying to sing.
Lambert cannot sing.
Thatās apparently not about to stop him, as he belts out the chorus to Toss A Coin, horribly off key even as he plays it correctly. At first, Eskel laughs ā it is, objectively, hilarious. His brother looks like an idiot, with a lute in his lap that looks too small in his hands, playing a song they all tolerate and hate in turns, and singing like a particularly powerful banshee. Heās certain Jaskier will laugh, too, because he always does when Lambert tries to sing ā when any of them try to imitate his art. Itās always made him laugh.
Eskel turns to find Jaskier isnāt laughing, and his stomach drops to his boots.
Jaskierās eyes are wide, and full of unshed tears that sparkle in the firelight. His hands are tight on his knees, white-knuckled, nails making tiny little holes in the fabric. Heās shaking.
āJaskier,ā Eskel says, voice half a croak, and the bard is suddenly moving.
He bolts to his feet, wiping a hand across his face as the tears finally spill over. āIām ā itās not ā youāre just,ā he splutters, voice wavering, āI just canāt ā Iām sorry.ā With that, he turns and runs from the room, footsteps thudding in the direction of the rooms.
Lambertās lute makes an odd, hollow noise as it slips from his hands to the floor. The sound jolts Eskel out of the haze of shock, and he scrambles to his feet after Jaskier; Lambert follows a split second later.
so that scene, from jaskierās perspective this time:
Jaskier recognizes the tune Lambertās playing immediately. Of course he does -- itās hisĀ song, the one that started his path to fame. One of his favorite songs heās ever written, in fact, except -- except --
He feels the way his nails dig into his legs, the ache from how tightly heās gripping, but he canāt stop himself. He canāt stop the tears, either, the flood of them he can feel gathering in his eyes. But even worse, he canāt seem to look away from Lambert, either, or move.Ā
Lambert looks so happy, so proud of himself, belting the chorus to Toss A CoinĀ loudly and horribly, and Jaskier wants to laugh. He wants to be able to laugh, to take joy in this little thing. He knows Lambert just wants to see him smile, but....
All he can think of is his first winter here, sitting where Lambert is sitting now, thrilled at the stories and all the songs he could write about them. Thrilled to just be there, to be included in this inner sanctum, to be so clearly loved. He remembers Lambert, drunk, humming the first few bars, starting to sing; the laughter that had bubbled in his chest before he did just that. The joy and humor he felt when Geralt swore from two rooms over, but when he and Eskel returned, he was smiling.
āJaskier,ā Eskel says, something broken in his voice, and suddenly Jaskier cannot take it any longer.
The tears spill over when he moves. He wipes angrily at his face; he doesnāt want to do this, doesnāt want them to see this. āIām ā itās not ā youāre just,ā he canāt even speak, canāt string together the words to assure them that itās not their fault, itās his.Ā āI just canāt ā Iām sorry.ā He doesnāt wait to see what they look like, or to hear what they might say; he turns and he runs, wanting more than anything to save them the heartache of watching him collapse like this. They donāt deserve the burden.Ā
