wiedzminka: (twenty-six.)
ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞 ([personal profile] wiedzminka) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2023-03-15 06:01 am (UTC)

[ He isn't listening.

Instead of trying to pull away, Ciri lets him grab her, even lets him yank her closer. In that moment, it feels like everyone is watching them-- not the captives with them, but those masked motherfuckers lurking in the shadows unseen, beyond the walls, somewhere behind those twisted tunnels full of dead vines and branches. She needs to make a decision before they realize what's happening. While she can still feel her strength, blood pounding in her veins with a power that felt barely an ember before.

There's no time to keep arguing.

She'll just have to trust Viktor has all the information he needs.

Ciri's free hand grabs Geralt's shoulder, fingers squeezing down hard. Her eyes close, summoning up images of Cadens in her mind, the familiar streets, the bakery, the stairs up to their apartment, the kitchen and the fireplace. Jaskier. Rinwell. Mog.

There is the briefest flash of blue-green, an afterimage that lingers less than a second. The burst of energy leaves behind dense, static air. The two of them no longer where they were. ]

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