[ A noncommittal, knowing hum is Geralt's response, a sound that suggests there's more he could add to the topic but won't. It isn't important, he thinks, what they each are or how it defines them.
Though there are plenty of drinking games he could introduce the vampire to should they reach that stage of getting to know each other. What the fuck else have he and his brothers got to do over the dark winters?
He shifts his weight. Untouchable. That is not a state Geralt has ever experienced. A Witcher's neutrality and solitude can shield only so much. Sometimes he misses the simplicity of his younger years. He can admit that. Other times, he knows he would never trade what he's gained now for anything. ]
It's been a long time since I've known peace. Even these walls failed to keep the world out.
[ Perhaps it was always impossible to find peace in a place where so much blood was shed before humans ever stormed its steps. The memories etched in its stones are complicated—at once the warmth of home and the violence of his youth. ]
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Though there are plenty of drinking games he could introduce the vampire to should they reach that stage of getting to know each other. What the fuck else have he and his brothers got to do over the dark winters?
He shifts his weight. Untouchable. That is not a state Geralt has ever experienced. A Witcher's neutrality and solitude can shield only so much. Sometimes he misses the simplicity of his younger years. He can admit that. Other times, he knows he would never trade what he's gained now for anything. ]
It's been a long time since I've known peace. Even these walls failed to keep the world out.
[ Perhaps it was always impossible to find peace in a place where so much blood was shed before humans ever stormed its steps. The memories etched in its stones are complicated—at once the warmth of home and the violence of his youth. ]