Hello again (or really, simply hello, as I never truly left since I last sent you a message). This is the "I die to know what happens next, I die to get to the next word" anon. It took me until now to realize what it is about your works that so utterly enthrall me. (I've read the vast majority now.) I am ace, both asexual and aromantic, and I'm not used to relating to fic much. I write and read it, and have no problems with sexually or romantically explicit works. I seek them out in fact, because I find many other types of fic, fic without a specific couple or poly group in mind, lack the emotional ties that I like to see. Your work- it is emotionally compelling first and foremost in a manner I don't find elsewhere often. Your works rest on the bedrock of the friendship that Geralt and Jaskier have, relies on a deep intimacy between two people who know one another and who love one another in whataver way that love manifests. You sow gardens in this bedrock. The romance or sex or anything else is but fhe sweetest fruit, not the garden itself. You write about their bond, the manifestations of which are simply a part of the story. It is their bond that is at the heart of each story, even if you do not say so in so many words. You place into your words the very simple want to be with another that you care for, and in return one who cares for you. It is- it grips into my heart. It takes my breath away to be seen and to be known in such a way. I shed tears even now as I write this. You have tilled this bedrock into fertile soil and you sprout humor and joy, fear and heartbreak, romance and pleasure. You take the very essence of what it means to give yourself to another and you grow flowers and thorns, as all such relationships produce. Your stories make me laugh, they make me scared, they make me hope, but they, above all else, make me feel whole. What a wonder you are, to know how to take such a nebulous thing as love in its entirety, unbroken into its subsets, and put it into words. And not even like this, like how I am writing it, with broken but specific words. You've written it with such subtlety. Weeks, perhaps months now, I have buried myself in these fields, and only now have I seen why their design has so enraptured me. Only now have I dug enough to see the bedrock, only now have I laid beneath the gentle rain long enough. Your Jaskier and Geralt are planted so deeply in this bedrock of love that no matter how your story ends, I understand it, and it makes sense. I have dug to see the roots and I can trace these stems to their fruits. I see I see I see, and I have gone so long in the dark, but I see. I must say it again, I die to know what happens next, I die to get to the next word, for the sun has never reached my eyes before this, has never revealed fields of such color to me before this. (Feel no pressure to post this, for I understand this is heavy, but I felt that you should know how your words have left me better than I was, in a world I can more fully see.)
Anon I need to give you a name, really, but I can't call you the anon who dies!! That's so sad! For now, you are Very Lovely Anon.
This is so sweet - I'm just about to go to bed as it is several hours past my bedtime, and so I'm a little sleepy and incoherent - but this is so lovely, and it means so much to me that my fic effected you like this! Some of what you mentioned resonated with me a lot, and I'm really glad you've taken so much away from my work 💖
Thank you so much for reaching out (again!), and I hope you don't mind me posting this; I wanted to make sure you knew I'd received it, and by the time I'd typed out a vague, "message received!" post I thought I may as well just reply 😅
