Þriðjudagur: Books
Hey, fanfiction lovers. I am foxxygoddess and today's theme is Books. Prompts can be from your favorite book series to a character getting lost in a book to cursed books that attack.
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
"Oh, what a mess," Yennefer commented lightly as she doubled over and sank onto the small bed, not caring about the dirt, blood, and sweat staining the bedding. Istredd truly had been in bad shape when they finally found and rescued him. Triss joined her, sitting at the foot of the bed with a smile that had grown sad and soft.
"Honestly? I'm glad Istredd wasn't alone."
"Me, too," Yennefer agreed.
Ciri pulled the lone chair in the room closer to the side of the bed and sat with them. The change in position did not disturb the cat. It opted to lie in her lap and on her lower torso rather than seek out another source of warmth and attention.
"I... I don't know if Geralt told you, but," Ciri watched the slow movement of her own hands in soft fur as she spoke, "Cahir offered his life to me. For his part in what he'd done to mine. He... put my sword to his own neck." She glanced up, the mages' solemn expressions matching her own. "He didn't deserve a quick death, but he also didn't deserve to be taken and tortured by Vilgefortz. You said that Tissaia had already... taken out her grief on him."
Of their strange company, Triss and Yennefer knew the details of what Istredd and Cahir had each suffered the best. Geralt and Milva had ideas as well, for some of it. Only time would tell the effects of the horrors and atrocities they had endured -- and had been forced to witness.
"Then it's good that Cahir wasn't alone, either, and we were able to find him, too." Yennefer squeezed Ciri's arm. "Right?"
"Right." Ciri sighed softly and raised her head a little more. "So. About the book..."
"Istredd is the expert," Triss said, shaking her head. "That is by no means an exaggeration."
"We've flipped through it, and between Geralt, Milva, Triss, and myself? We can read maybe... every fifth word?"
"Every seventh. And then guess wildly about some of the repeating symbols and squint our eyes trying to decipher the diagrams."
"Jaskier told me he has a theory," Ciri remembered suddenly. "He said it came to him in 'an artistic fever dream'..."
"When he was drunk, got it..."
"Something about a battlefield and a mysterious elven muse, actually."
"Ah, so also a tempestuous love affair..."
"As if there is any other kind with Jaskier," Triss commented.
"True," Yennefer concurred with a nod. "I doubt he has shared his theory with Istredd yet, due to not wanting to interrupt that... reunion..."
Triss and Ciri nodded.
"But if we can persuade him to share it with us... and Geralt and Milva... I believe the entertainment will tide us over until the main show starts."
"He hasn't told anyone yet," Ciri said, excitement coloring her tone. "It sounded like he wanted to wait for a larger audience."
"I'm rather curious now," Triss admitted. "Jaskier has a peculiar talent for gathering esoteric knowledge. It's very different from Istredd's and Geralt's versions of it."
"Because Jaskier actually talks to people, not reads dusty old books or throws around nightmarish monsters." Ciri paused. "Although, Geralt spends a lot of time in libraries, too."
"Istredd also spends a lot of time in forgotten ruins full of dangers of their own," Yennefer added thoughtfully.
"Istredd and Geralt... have never..." Triss couldn't voice the question. It was too absurd. And yet. "I mean, have they? They haven't, right? Surely not?" She and Ciri turned to Yennefer.
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