#yes there are ice shavings with syrup in canonverse now

[wolf-and-bard]

heelloo Jonderful. How about some somft Eskel? How about Eskel tries ice cream for the first time, or like, snow cone with flavour? And him having a brainfreeze?

My darling Panda-randa. This is less soft and more... Lambskel shenanigans. I hope you like it anyway 🥰 Thank you my darling @natskier for beta-reading 💕

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Eskel scowls at the little metal bowl Lambert hands him as he emerges from the small bakery. They’re on a long-winded job on Spiekeroog and it’s been hot out for a change. So hot, in fact, that Lambert suggested they take the day off and do something fun.

“No use hunting an ice giant when it’s going to melt before we can take the trophy off it anyway,“ Lambert said and forewent his armoured jacket in favour of a simple linen shirt. Eskel… Eskel copied him. Lambert is the pricklier, more annoying of them, but he’s also the one better equipped to deal with a heat wave. He blooms in the sun, cowers in the cold. Eskel is the opposite, which is why he prefers the wolves’ Northern hunting grounds where summer hardly ever reigns freely.

He sighs and watches as Lambert takes a scoop of whatever it is that he’s handed Eskel.

It’s ice, somehow, shavings of ice over which something blue has been poured. It smells sickly sweet, like coloured, liquid sugar. Eskel picks up the spoon and takes one tentative bite.

It’s cool, soothing to his overheated face and the syrup tastes pleasant, not too honeyed, not too bland either. Eskel hums his amazement and his stomach rumbles slightly so he just downs the whole thing in one big swallow.

A minute later, he realizes this was a huge mistake.

“What?” Lambert asks, raising a brow. “What, don’t you like it?”

“Hnnnn,” is all Eskel can get out and he lets go of the bowl which clatters to the ground. Then, he grabs his own head and presses his palms to his temples. “Hhhhnnnn.”

“What is going on with you?”

Eskel closes his eyes. His brain feels like it has fucking frozen solid. It’s throbbing and cold and it’s the most uncomfortable sensation he ever felt. Which is wild coming from someone who once spent a whole fight with a leshen vine down his windpipe.

“Oh, I get it,” Lambert cackles and sucks on his spoon again, relishing the ice. There’s a bit of blue syrup smeared in the corner of his mouth and Eskel thinks he looks so stupid. Also, Eskel is going to die. “You ate it too fast, didn’t you? Rookie mistake.”

“Fuck off,” Eskel groans. He squeezes his eyes shut for a long minute until the uncomfortable pain fades just enough that he can glare at Lambert. To his surprise, Lambert’s wearing a crooked smile and his eyes sparkle.

“I did it, too, the first seven or eight times around.”

“Idiot,” Eskel grumbles. “Could have warned me.”

“Would you believe me if I said that I forgot?” Lambert happily swallows the rest of his portion, gives a contented sigh, then stoops to pick up Eskel’s discarded bowl. When he straightens again, Eskel’s feeling on the right side of fine again. He reaches out with his thumb and wipes the stain from the corner of Lambert’s mouth. Holding Lambert’s gaze, he slowly licks away the syrup.

“No.”

“Uh… don’t do that again,” Lambert mutters, cheeks red, eyes narrowed.

Eskel grins and watches, self-satisfied, as Lambert returns the metal bowls to the shop-owner. Maybe he has to try this again, if only to make Lambert flustered.

[witchersgoldenbard]

THIS!!!! HHHHH BEBÉS!!! I love them so much! And this! This is perfect to read (again) at the end of a long, hot day. Ugh. I love This so much! And them! And you! Thank you for writing 🥺💕

heelloo Jonderful. How about some somft Eskel? How about Eskel tries ice cream for the first time, or like, snow cone with flavour? And him having a brainfreeze?

My darling Panda-randa. This is less soft and more... Lambskel shenanigans. I hope you like it anyway 🥰 Thank you my darling @natskier for beta-reading 💕

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Eskel scowls at the little metal bowl Lambert hands him as he emerges from the small bakery. They’re on a long-winded job on Spiekeroog and it’s been hot out for a change. So hot, in fact, that Lambert suggested they take the day off and do something fun.

“No use hunting an ice giant when it’s going to melt before we can take the trophy off it anyway,“ Lambert said and forewent his armoured jacket in favour of a simple linen shirt. Eskel… Eskel copied him. Lambert is the pricklier, more annoying of them, but he’s also the one better equipped to deal with a heat wave. He blooms in the sun, cowers in the cold. Eskel is the opposite, which is why he prefers the wolves’ Northern hunting grounds where summer hardly ever reigns freely.

He sighs and watches as Lambert takes a scoop of whatever it is that he’s handed Eskel.

It’s ice, somehow, shavings of ice over which something blue has been poured. It smells sickly sweet, like coloured, liquid sugar. Eskel picks up the spoon and takes one tentative bite.

It’s cool, soothing to his overheated face and the syrup tastes pleasant, not too honeyed, not too bland either. Eskel hums his amazement and his stomach rumbles slightly so he just downs the whole thing in one big swallow.

A minute later, he realizes this was a huge mistake.

“What?” Lambert asks, raising a brow. “What, don’t you like it?”

“Hnnnn,” is all Eskel can get out and he lets go of the bowl which clatters to the ground. Then, he grabs his own head and presses his palms to his temples. “Hhhhnnnn.”

“What is going on with you?”

Eskel closes his eyes. His brain feels like it has fucking frozen solid. It’s throbbing and cold and it’s the most uncomfortable sensation he ever felt. Which is wild coming from someone who once spent a whole fight with a leshen vine down his windpipe.

“Oh, I get it,” Lambert cackles and sucks on his spoon again, relishing the ice. There’s a bit of blue syrup smeared in the corner of his mouth and Eskel thinks he looks so stupid. Also, Eskel is going to die. “You ate it too fast, didn’t you? Rookie mistake.”

“Fuck off,” Eskel groans. He squeezes his eyes shut for a long minute until the uncomfortable pain fades just enough that he can glare at Lambert. To his surprise, Lambert’s wearing a crooked smile and his eyes sparkle.

“I did it, too, the first seven or eight times around.”

“Idiot,” Eskel grumbles. “Could have warned me.”

“Would you believe me if I said that I forgot?” Lambert happily swallows the rest of his portion, gives a contented sigh, then stoops to pick up Eskel’s discarded bowl. When he straightens again, Eskel’s feeling on the right side of fine again. He reaches out with his thumb and wipes the stain from the corner of Lambert’s mouth. Holding Lambert’s gaze, he slowly licks away the syrup.

“No.”

“Uh… don’t do that again,” Lambert mutters, cheeks red, eyes narrowed.

Eskel grins and watches, self-satisfied, as Lambert returns the metal bowls to the shop-owner. Maybe he has to try this again, if only to make Lambert flustered.