02 Jun 2020
For a long time, Geralt doesn't understand the bard. Jaskier doesn't understand the witcher, either, though, so at least they're evenly matched.
A series of vignettes over the course of Geralt and Jaskier's not-a-relationship-except-it-totally-is.
What do you want from me?
Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering?
What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me?
Why do you care for me?
When we all fall asleep,
where do we go?
15 May 2020
It's a morning like any other when Geralt wakes up, until he discovers that Jaskier's been turned into a cat.
02 May 2020
After Geralt leaves for Cintra, things start happening quickly. Warnings, dreams, omens; they all point to war on the horizon, and the only way to survive is to know who to ask for help.
“Fuck.” The word's ripped out like a hard cough.
Magdalena lets out a throaty laugh. “You weren't ready for him, were you, songbird?”
- Part 2 of Sympathy
05 Mar 2020
The witcher and the bard, over the years.
Geralt only notices the quiet when his contact sits back from the table, their discussion complete. The woman's focus is no longer on the witcher – her attention's been caught the same as the rest of the folks in the great hall. Geralt's nostrils flare as he scents the air; something familiar-and-yet-different that he had smelled on entering the hall is suddenly so much stronger than the smell of sweat and warm bodies and alcohol, and then his ears finally register the voice, familiar and yet different as the scent.
The bard had clearly been singing for a while, and with the ringing tones that spoke of words worn smooth with almost prayerful repetition, he sings of the sky and darkness and heartbreak. As he reaches the climax of the chorus, Geralt closes his eyes, turns to face the bard, and opens his eyes on a sight he hasn't seen for... months. Has it been a year yet?
Perhaps Jaskier will give him the chance to apologize.
- Part 1 of Sympathy
“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”
Or: what happened after the [ we all got hit by a ] bus scene (aka "you could stay at my place, if you like")....
“Isn’t this nice?” says Aziraphale with badly feigned casualness the next time Crowley stops by for a late night drink.
Crowley is all set to reply, words lined up in his mouth waiting to go, when Aziraphale adds,
“I mean, all of the books and furniture and bottles of wine and things?”
Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals.
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
01 Jul 2019
Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.
The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.
CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan.
AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we?
CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all.
AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous.
CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.
Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.
But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?