Wicked witch of the east
Lambert raised his beer bottle in salute from his seat next to Eskel, “Yeah! Don’t threaten our sister.”Įskel looked at Lambert, who was clearly already drunk, “What are you talking about?” “Hey!” Yennefer shouted from across the room, “Don’t threaten my sister!” Jaskier’s laughter trilled through the house, “That’s the plan.” I might decide I need another pair of slippers and snatch them.” Surprisingly, everyone had shown up in costume, even Geralt… kind of.Īs they broke from pictures and Jaskier plopped down on the couch next to Geralt, he winked at Triss, “Watch out. He couldn’t deny that his girlfriend looked unfairly good in her black dress and striped hose. They had decided to get matching shoes for the occasion, as both of their characters had the ruby red slippers at one point. “Eskel if you don’t let me get ready then I’ll be late to the party in our living room.”Įskel couldn’t help but grin as he took another picture of Jaskier and Triss together. You’re the best damn lion I’ve ever seen. Rising to her feet, she headed to the door, ready to enjoy her Halloween with her friends and no doubt get both dinner and a show with that many morons in one place.Įskel pouted, “I just want to look perfect.” It was also a rather fun costume considering how many times she’d been called wicked throughout her life. Elphaba was a deeply complex character that Yennefer admired. The vanity in front of Yennefer showed just the sight she wanted to see. Lambert smirked and pulled Aiden forward, “Mind the dress.” “Hey maybe the saran wrap will keep it all on!” Lambert glanced back over at the roll of foil, “We’ll have to do you up when we get there, I guess.” With a sigh, Aiden grimaced, “Don’t think this is gonna survive the car ride, Lamb.” Of course that was the moment that Aiden lifted his arm for a high five and three pieces of foil fell and they could both hear the loud tear of the large piece over his shoulder. The roll of tinfoil wasn’t even halfway gone, either, and Aiden was adequately shiny. With forty-five minutes to get ready and the need for Aiden to look like the tin man, they had come up with a brilliant solution. Preoccupied with his own costume for the party, Lambert hadn’t thought about making sure Aiden secured one until it was far too late for them. “Done!” Lambert yelled excitedly as he tied off the last bit of tin foil he’d wrapped around his boyfriend’s torso. Roach’s responding bark didn’t sound all that confident in him either. “He has no faith in me, you know,” Jaskier whispered to the pup. “Don’t drop my dog, Jaskier,” Geralt called out as Jaskier strutted out of the house. With an approving nod at Geralt, Jaskier bent down and scooped up their new puppy, Roach, “Roach and I will be taking my bike to the party, we’ll meet you there soon.” Luckily, Eskel’s birthday was on Halloween and for his party this year, he had requested everyone come dressed as a character from his favorite movie, The Wizard of Oz.
Jaskier knew, of course, that if Geralt didn’t love his brother then he wouldn’t have conceded, not even to Jaskier’s incredibly persuasive pout. Jaskier had wanted to stuff the whole shirt, but Geralt had firmly rejected the idea and they had settled on his pocket.
WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST FULL
In his normal jeans and plaid, the only actual indication that he was doing anything out of the ordinary was his front shirt pocket, which was stuffed full with straw. Geralt had at first rejected the idea of dressing up, but once he and Jaskier had found a compromise in the costume of the Scarecrow, he hadn’t been nearly as grumpy. Spinning around, Jaskier took a moment to eye up his boyfriend. The short hemline of the dress showed off his thighs in a tantalizing way and, thanks to the ruby red pumps adorning his feet, his already long legs looked even longer. His costume wasn’t exactly perfect, but the blue complimented him nicely. Jaskier squinted at himself in the standing mirror of his bedroom.