Okay PLEASE tell us more about the accident were he broke Eddie's nose, I gotta know how that one happened and was Eddie too much of a softie and just straight up forgave him??
Can you tell I'm invested in this au
Haha Frank just didn’t like him hanging around so close and following him like a duckling! Turned right around n clocked him when Eddie was leaning so far over his shoulder 😂
Eddie was definitely pissed for a bit but he got over it pretty quick. Wanted a good first impression too much to do anything about it
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It's All About the Metaphors
642 words, Rasmus meets a bard and learns about poetry :)
Papers littered the grass. Some had words beautifully scrawled across in looping script, some were littered with frustrated scribbles - and the rest were perfectly blank. They were just waiting to be filled with songs, with poetry - with the occasional mindless doodle.
That had been the plan before the wind had scattered them anyway.
Harper dashed about, cursing under his breath as he tried to pick up all his writings before they blew away. He couldn’t just lose all the work he’d done, this was weeks of work!
The bard was far too focused to notice the quiet steps of a young witcher, especially a Cat. Rasmus snuck up close, carefully picking up one of the pages and looking it over. Well none of this made any sense - wolves and birds didn’t talk to each other, he would have heard them.
“Hey, you missed one!”
Harper swiveled around immediately, papers hugged tightly to his chest - but it was just a child. He sighed in relief. “Scared me there, boy,” he chuckled. “Thank you, I wouldn’t want to lose any of them.”
Rasmus handed over the page, snickering a bit. “It’s all kind of nonsense there,” he teased, “are you crazy or something?”
“Crazy? Perhaps,” Harper replied, organizing the pages, “but I think that’s all right. Helps with the creative process.”
“If you say so.” The young witcher followed the bard back to his spot by the river, sitting down with him and hugging his knees to his chest. “Do you always write stuff that doesn’t make sense?”
“Well that’s the thing.” Harper took up his charcoal again. “It does make sense. Just in a figurative sense, not a literal one. There are a lot of metaphors in my work.”
“Meta- what?” Rasmus tilted his head. “You’re still not making any sense.”
“Here, look. Show me the page you were looking at.” Harper holds out the papers and Rasmus shuffles through to hand him the piece about the wolf and the lark. “Ah, this one!” The bard grins, quickly refreshing his memory of the work. “This one is good, a perfect example.”
“Yeah, see, this one is crazy.” Rasmus scooted closer to point at the page. “Wolves and larks can’t talk, they just do this.” His impressions of the animals were immaculate, in his opinion.
“That’s because it isn’t really about animals,” Harper chuckled. “It’s about the White Wolf and his bard. I’ve taken a few courses in Oxenfurt while the master bard Dande- er, Jaskier was teaching. It was absolutely riveting the stories he tells. Full of action! Full of passion! I couldn’t get them out of my head! See, the wolf is the witcher, and the lark is the bard.”
“...So why are the bard and the witcher talking about regular animal things?”
“That’s part of the metaphor!” Harper grins, absolutely thrilled to explain. “The lark speaks of how sad he is to fly south while the wolf spends the season near his den because the bard and the witcher part in the winter. He gets so glum about it, it’s rather adorable the friendship they share.”
Rasmus reads the page again. “So… a metaphor is like saying something but with totally different words than you mean. That sounds confusing.”
“It can be, and not everyone will understand what your words mean.”
“So… why write like that?”
Harper thinks on this a moment. “I suppose because even if they don’t grasp the real meaning, they might still enjoy the surface level story. They might like just reading a story about a wolf and a lark having a chat. And it makes it easier to write heavier stories and emotions.”
Rasmus nods a bit, looking at the words on the page. “...Can I have some paper you haven’t used?”
“Sure, kid.” Harper hands Rasmus three clean sheets. “Just use them well, all right?”
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