[ When Geralt steps into the Horizon, Julie will probably know it's him: for the first time, the wolf takes off, searching for him after his long absence. He sees it coming down the pathway between domains. Where he's landed, he's no fucking clue, but he can see Sam's house in the distance.
Turns out, it doesn't matter. The wolf starts to walk. Must be leading him to her, he suspects. So he follows. Expects to be taken to her club. Instead, the wolf trots towards the Singularity. Where the empty crater once stood, it now has a tent. Softly lit. A few cushions.
Never thought he'd miss the sight of some damn cushions.
Geralt's never one to alter his appearance in the Horizon. Now's no different: the blood-soaked bandages remain, wrapped up his arms, though now that he's started to heal—a combination of Ciri cutting bits off of him and escaping the suppressive magic in the pit—the blood is mostly old, dried. He doesn't look good, but he isn't on the brink of collapse any longer, and his eyes are clear.
Some hesitation colours his steps, as though he isn't quite certain she's real. He's not seen her in what feels like far too fucking long. Funny; he's often away for two, three weeks before returning to Cadens. But that's different. That isn't being trapped in an endless dark, and frankly, his sense of time passing has been fucked for a while. Feels like it's been much longer than it truly has.
The unicorn bumps his foot as he lifts the tent flap. ] Julie.
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Turns out, it doesn't matter. The wolf starts to walk. Must be leading him to her, he suspects. So he follows. Expects to be taken to her club. Instead, the wolf trots towards the Singularity. Where the empty crater once stood, it now has a tent. Softly lit. A few cushions.
Never thought he'd miss the sight of some damn cushions.
Geralt's never one to alter his appearance in the Horizon. Now's no different: the blood-soaked bandages remain, wrapped up his arms, though now that he's started to heal—a combination of Ciri cutting bits off of him and escaping the suppressive magic in the pit—the blood is mostly old, dried. He doesn't look good, but he isn't on the brink of collapse any longer, and his eyes are clear.
Some hesitation colours his steps, as though he isn't quite certain she's real. He's not seen her in what feels like far too fucking long. Funny; he's often away for two, three weeks before returning to Cadens. But that's different. That isn't being trapped in an endless dark, and frankly, his sense of time passing has been fucked for a while. Feels like it's been much longer than it truly has.
The unicorn bumps his foot as he lifts the tent flap. ] Julie.