WIP WHENEVER
bitches I am BACK from my fandom break having restrained myself to writing… oh, only a few thousand words about Rolan. LMAO. There will be no chapter/fic this weekend, as planned, but next weekend there definitely will be. And with that in mind, thanks for the WIP tag @graysparrowao3! If you like Rolan angst… they’ve got an absolute gut punch for you. Still recovering, tbh. and passing the tag onto @commander-krios and @cactusmisslittle if you fancy it <3
I’m currently working on both Combat Training (Rolan x Tav smut) and Planar Tears. Here’s an excerpt from the latter, a couple of chapters ahead… so consider yourself warned for major spoilers!
As she wraps them in her hands, gesturing to his wounded ankle, he remembers what she said earlier, about icing it. Though the pain now throbbing through him makes concentrating difficult, he pulls himself together enough to call Prestidigitation’s name.
Surprise registers on Catrin’s face. She looks into his eyes, and Rolan feels warmth flood him, despite the cold aftertaste of the spell. Her cool, capable fingers take a careful hold on his ankle, and she props his foot in her lap, winding the chilled fabric around the joint.
‘Er. Rolan,’ Cal starts. ‘What is she doing?’
‘What does it look like she’s doing?’ Rolan says irritably, and then lies back under Catrin’s firmly-pointed direction. ‘She’s a healer. A non-magical one.’
‘And you’re letting her heal you without protest?’ Lia snorts. ‘Well, it’s nice to know you’ll let a total stranger help you and not us.’
‘She’s not a stranger,’ Rolan retorts, and looks up at Catrin, imperviously winding still. It feels rude to argue about her when she is right there. Her dark hair falls into her face, and she nudges it back with her shoulder, catching his eye briefly.
‘You still haven’t explained how she got here,’ Cal points out helpfully.
Oh, Gods. He grits his teeth and launches into the shortest explanation possible, one that provokes countless questions and curses.
‘Bloody Hells!’
‘Wait, but how have you spoken to her?’
‘You asked Gale?’
‘How come Aradin - ’
‘What about Ethel - ?’
‘Zurgan!’
Catrin finishes the job and slumps against the wall. His ankle still aches, but it’s duller with rest. She only nods in reply to their curious glances.
‘Is she alright?’
‘No,’ Rolan says shortly, and then softens his tone. ‘Catrin?’
She stirs, pulling herself together with obvious effort, and then gestures to his siblings. Aradin. Waterfall.
Oh no.
Rolan thinks about telling her to stop, but he has no better ideas. Leaving Aradin’s body to fester in these caves will only attract rats and gods know what else. He starts to sit up, to offer a Thunderwave, only for Catrin to turn her sharp gestures on him. No. Your ankle. Stay put. It’s true that he’d more or less have to crawl at this point to get close enough.
‘Cal,’ he says reluctantly. ‘Maybe you could try to get me a healing potion - ’
‘There aren’t any,’ Lia says with a shake of her head, dropping Aradin’s feet to catch her breath. Catrin persists in dragging him, the determination grim on her forehead.
‘What do you mean? Help her!’
‘I’m not your bloody servant Rolan.’
‘It’s not like I can do it!’
Cal shies away from the sight of the body. ‘Gods,’ he murmurs, his face crumpling. ‘Stop, I think I’m going to be sick.’
‘I know there were healing potions left when I had one!’
‘So that’s what Cerys meant.’
‘To the Hells with Cerys!’
‘You would know they’d all been stolen if you’d actually been around!’
‘Oh great, so they only guard them from us.’ Rolan spits back. ‘I bet it was that wretched elf.’
‘What does it matter?’ Lia snaps back. ‘If you’d told us, you might not have a bloody broken leg right now -’
‘Sprained,’ Rolan corrects her peevishly, as if he really knows distinctly what that means.
Lia’s voice raises. ‘You are bloody -’
There’s a short, sharp, frustrated sound from Catrin, and an absolutely foul one from Cal, who steps over Aradin’s body just in time to vomit over the edge of the waterfall.
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One thing I truly love about Mabel is that she is completely genuine and sincere weird little girl representation. She has a morbid sense of humour. She grew up with a horrifying plush bear called Bear-O and literally everybody hated him. Her prized possession is a pig whom she won at a carnival, claiming to be a witch while doing so. Her initial design for a wax figure was a fairy princess horse fairy princess. She punched a unicorn. She draws portraits of her friends on cats and sells them for a profit. Her dream boyfriend is a Bill and Ted clone who has a masters in law. She's scared of stop motion. Her uncle didn't like colours so she hatched a plan with her friends to blind him. When her uncle offered her a free gift from his shop, she took a grappling hook without even considering any other option. One time she said the sentence "it's covered in my blood, sweat, tears, and other fluids." No one is doing it like her
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