[ Bullheaded is not inaccurate. For as long as he's breathing, something in him won't let go. Maybe it's as much a blessing as a curse. He doesn't know. Whenever death has dogged his heels, it's always been those beside him that she devours in the end.
Never him. Not yet.
The day before. Geralt makes a sound of wry disbelief. No wonder Nero took off like that when Geralt mentioned Dante. More than that—he understands a little too well. ]
Last I saw my mother was decades ago. Then a day before...the summoning. She swept in. Said some horseshit. Fucked off once more.
[ Was it a dream? Perhaps. He doesn't think so. Doesn't think he'd have dreamed a conversation like that with Visenna. In the past, his dreams were of her in his childhood. Faceless, almost. Red hair. He didn't recall exactly what she looked like and then.
That.
He knows what Nero means. The way it gouges new wounds, tears open old ones. How it was simpler to have left those unknown doors closed, untouched. It's easy presume seeing her gave him closure, but the truth is it didn't. ]
no subject
Never him. Not yet.
The day before. Geralt makes a sound of wry disbelief. No wonder Nero took off like that when Geralt mentioned Dante. More than that—he understands a little too well. ]
Last I saw my mother was decades ago. Then a day before...the summoning. She swept in. Said some horseshit. Fucked off once more.
[ Was it a dream? Perhaps. He doesn't think so. Doesn't think he'd have dreamed a conversation like that with Visenna. In the past, his dreams were of her in his childhood. Faceless, almost. Red hair. He didn't recall exactly what she looked like and then.
That.
He knows what Nero means. The way it gouges new wounds, tears open old ones. How it was simpler to have left those unknown doors closed, untouched. It's easy presume seeing her gave him closure, but the truth is it didn't. ]