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A fic
The semester so far has been wall-to-wall stress, but it is my last semester, so I'm not sure why I didn't brace for that. In happier news, I finished the first season of The Witcher, fell in love with pretty much everybody, and finally cracked and wrote a fic after figuring I'd have no time to write fic for the foreseeable future.
and i am wanting: “Yen,” he says, exasperated and puzzled in equal measure (even drunk, she usually isn’t so maudlin), “I don’t give a dog’s arse whether you had a walleye or hangnails.”
and i am wanting: “Yen,” he says, exasperated and puzzled in equal measure (even drunk, she usually isn’t so maudlin), “I don’t give a dog’s arse whether you had a walleye or hangnails.”
“I don’t care what you think. And that’s not what I meant.”
This mostly ended up being a Yennefer character study with Geralt thrown in, since I do love them together--they're wonderfully dysfunctional in that particular push-pull way I feel like I'm always latching on to.
This mostly ended up being a Yennefer character study with Geralt thrown in, since I do love them together--they're wonderfully dysfunctional in that particular push-pull way I feel like I'm always latching on to.