{ there's what louis desires, and what ends up happening. the spiral of life, ever so delicate and sometimes meaningless. a fortress is certainly a nice structure to have. it seems befitting for a man like geralt to have the vastness around for miles, able to keep a distance. it could also be what had been part of geralt's world. the horizon has a way of being exposing. part of him had wondered further about this world unlike his. louis has no mystical beasts to slay, only earth issues that stem from everyday life. even then he intentionally separated from society for decades.
louis has always been an over-thinker.
he settles into his seat, deciding to change that as his eyes idle on the bottle. clear liquid is always indication for the purest form of a good alcoholic beverage. }
You're gonna give my prohibition alcohol a run for its money. { a saying, one that he speaks as he takes the bottle from geralt. after all, it's a true share when it's straight from the bottle. with another glance at the swaying of the liquid, he tilts his head back and takes a swig of it. it does burn, and it's the sort that he hasn't felt in a long, long time. he sets the bottle down with a gentle clank. }
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louis has always been an over-thinker.
he settles into his seat, deciding to change that as his eyes idle on the bottle. clear liquid is always indication for the purest form of a good alcoholic beverage. }
You're gonna give my prohibition alcohol a run for its money. { a saying, one that he speaks as he takes the bottle from geralt. after all, it's a true share when it's straight from the bottle. with another glance at the swaying of the liquid, he tilts his head back and takes a swig of it. it does burn, and it's the sort that he hasn't felt in a long, long time. he sets the bottle down with a gentle clank. }
That's the stuff, alright.