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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2023-07-27 07:39 am

[ CLOSED ] though my feet my rest

Who: Geralt + Various
When: August
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: August catch-all
Warnings: General Witcher canon stuff.


(( starters below. plot with me [plurk.com profile] discontinued. ))
princessvegas: (071. i'm a twit)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-02 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ She knows that it's just one of the pitfalls of being with someone from a world so different, from a life so different. She doesn't expect him to change, doesn't want him to feel trapped. And before the kidnappings, it had been... easier for her. When he was gone.

Julie feels somewhat stupid, for getting too accustomed to a situation that she knew was only temporary. He'd stayed so close for so long, in Geralt terms. It was easy to fall into the routine. She can get used to him leaving again, she just needs time.

(Focusing on the reunion part helps a lot.) ]


Thanks. I started with one and then, well. Here we are. [ She beams at him, head turning a bit into his touch.

Resting her paintbrush on a piece of thick paper next to her, alongside other sizes of brushes, she wipes her hands on a towel and rises to her feet. She runs her hand along one of the shelves. ]
Yeah, there's good. These look great, baby.
princessvegas: (081. and i don't give a damn)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-06 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, big spender. [ With a chuckle, she kisses his cheek as she passes, standing on her bare toes. ] Thank you, baby.

[ She holds the shelf in place, watching him. Not only is Julie not a particularly handy person, but she also suffers from the unique curse of only knowing how to do most things in a way that it turns out is pretty specific to modern American standards. Drywall, power tools, stud finders, laser-sighted levels, and for anything she didn't know, there was always a quick video online to explain it all. Seeing other people just know how to do things is fascinating to her. ]

If you ever get tired of runnin' around after monsters, you can have a second career as a carpenter. I've seen Mog's little bed. You made one for the leosylph yet?
princessvegas: (012. at all)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-06 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Coram. [ She repeats it, smiling. Not for one second does she think Geralt actually named the thing -- she thinks it was either Ciri or Jaskier, and of course Geralt would not be bothered enough to ever change it. Probably the creature is lucky it wasn't named Tiny Roach or something. ] You're such a softie.

[ Nothing in the way she says it indicates that she would have it any other way.

His story brings a laugh. She can picture it so clearly, despite having no idea what any of them may have looked like. It's the kind of childhood event that seems to transcend space and time; no matter where and when they're from, kids will be kids. ]


And did y'all learn a lesson, or did y'all just do it again the next week?
princessvegas: (094. i'm a bad kid and i will survive)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-07 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He grunts and she just grins. Much like the heroic tendencies he hates to admit to, she finds his secret softness very attractive. And his reluctant acceptance of these traits is very funny to her. ]

Poor Vesemir. Sounds like the worst monsters he squared up with were right at home the whole time.

[ Julie, someone who generally hates silence, goes quiet as she leans her head against the shelf. With other people, silence makes her feel alone. Ignored. Like she's back in that horrible place after Captain Trips, losing her mind. But Geralt's silence doesn't bring her there, doesn't make her want to scream to fill the empty air.

With him, it just feels like quiet.

He offers her the turnscrew and she takes it, stepping over to peer at the screw. While she isn't handy by any means, she also isn't unfamiliar with simply using a screwdriver, and she tightens the final piece quickly. ]


There. [ Taking a step back, she wraps her arms around his waist, turnscrew held loosely in one hand. ] Good job, team.
princessvegas: (123. don't you wanna claim my body)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-07 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Julie wouldn't call herself a packrat, exactly, but she does have some magpie-like tendencies, collecting little baubles and shiny knickknacks that make her happy. Souvenirs from the places she's gotten to visit in Abraxas, gifts that people have given her. She has a loose shark tooth that needs to be displayed properly. So Geralt can rest assured that the shelves will be full soon. ]

Okay. Here, go sit, I'll get it. [ She hands him back the turnscrew, then goes to the kitchen. The yellowed cream tile is cool against her bare feet -- she's considering replacing it with something a bit more decorative, but hasn't made up her mind yet.

When she follows him into the sitting room, it's with a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other, which she sets down on the table to pour. ]


Y'know, in my world, people had to build their furniture all the time. Like, it was just a thing you did. They'd sell the whole piece flat, then you'd take it home and follow the directions. But I never got to do that.

[ She didn't get the chance to be a real adult in her own world; there was no moving out and filling a cheap apartment with Ikea furniture. Julie had gone straight from her parents' home to New Vegas. And Sam had found most of the furniture for their flat secondhand, before Julie and Nadine got to Cadens. This is the first time she has ever had the opportunity to actually do these things for herself. ]
princessvegas: (007. now she rolls with rockafellers)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-08 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, technically Julie is from somewhere that it would be more common to buy secondhand or inherit your furniture from someone else, but that's not always an option when you need to furnish an entire place. Wal-Mart and Amazon and Wayfair were there to fill the gap.

She sits next to him on the sofa, her legs tucked to the side, clutching her glass. It's true, there's been a tangible sense that he wanted to speak to her, but the topic truly catches her off-guard. Enough so that she reacts before she can control her expression; her eyes go wide, as if he's caught her with her hand in a cookie jar, her smiling falling. Her heart leaps into her throat, and she feels like she can barely breathe.

The demon. He's mad. Mad that she's so stupid, that she's so weak, that she caused problems for him. Gave the demon ammo. He doesn't want her anymore.

(Other thoughts rattle the cages she keeps them in in her mind. The thoughts that are so heavy and dark that she cannot bear to acknowledge them, has to keep them locked away from herself, they begin to rouse and try to escape.) ]


No. [ It comes out automatically, denial that's almost comical coming from such obvious fear. ] I'm --

[ For a second, she seems lost for words. Fine? Okay? He already doesn't believe it. Shame and pain prickle at behind her eyes like needles, aggravating the part of her that's so averse to negative emotions. Her voice drops as she looks down at her wine. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.
princessvegas: (168. anything goes girl)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-08 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She can't look at him, can't meet his eye. She's afraid that if she does, the dam she's been building will begin crack and she won't be able to stop it.

You weren't touched by him the way Lloyd and I were, I don't think he ever worked any magic on you. You don't have that darkness in you, Nadine had said, before they left Nott. For a while, Julie had believed her. Months later, Julie herself told Stephen Strange, when demons touch things, they leave stains.

Now she knows that she was right all along. She's poisoned, tainted. Broken. And too fucking dumb to see it except in hindsight.

Julie leans into Geralt's touch again, but she keeps her eyes cast down. Her eyes sting. Her chest hurts. It feels like she has an anvil on her shoulders. ]


He told me. He told me he was a demon. It just -- I'm so stupid. There's something wrong with me, Geralt. I heard him, I understood him, but it was like it didn't matter. Like somethin' else just took the wheel in my head. Somethin' I can't control. And if I wasn't so fucked up, then maybe... he wouldn't have been able to use me against you.

[ She takes a sharp, shuddering breath and closes her eyes tightly. ]

He showed me his eyes. They looked... they looked like yours.
princessvegas: (174. cause the fun never ends)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-09 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ The demon had, for a short bit, pretended to be Dean. It hadn't corrected her when she initially addressed him as Dean, had tried to wave away the idea that he should be dead. But the demon had been able to sense it, that something was taking hold of her mind, and then had no reason to keep hiding -- she asked him point blank if he was still Dean, and the answer was I'm something more fun now, with those eyes.

He didn't suddenly morph into a Witcher, and Flagg's, a demon's, possession is the only other thing she's heard of with that effect. She knew what she was dealing with.

It just didn't feel wrong. The same way it stopped feeling wrong to see crucifixions and beheadings. Like being in a trance.

Geralt apologizes to her, and she doesn't quite know what to do with that. She has spent so many weeks feeling so terrible, so worthless; she would almost rather he be angry, so at least she could justify the pain she's in. ]


I don't... [ She sniffs and sighs. Her eyes roll to the ceiling, both searching for words and trying to keep the watery line along her bottom lashes from spilling over. ] I don't want to be a burden to you. I don't -- I don't want you to get tired of me. To decide I just make your life harder.

[ Swallowing hard, her shoulders shake a little. She clutches her wine glass. ] I don't want to be a bad person.
princessvegas: (175. all her clothes are on the floor)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-09 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was a time where Julie wasn't this insecure. A time when it didn't matter to her whether people stayed or went. But she cannot bear to be left alone again, abandoned again. It's happened too many times now, the trauma compounding on itself, topped off by the fact that God, the God she had been raised to believe in, struck her down specifically. That's one way to start believing that maybe she is the problem, isn't it?

No one has limitless patience. He has already had to save her so many times.

She looks at their hands, hers trembling. ]


But what if I'm too difficult? [ She feels too difficult. ] I don't want to be the weight you drop when it's too much. I don't think I know how to be without you anymore.
princessvegas: (006. self-made success)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-10 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a single, terrible second, there is quiet, and she closes her eyes against it. The part of her that has survived this long by being detached is howling in her head, furious that she dare not only have these emotions, but also voice them. Let him know her weakness, that she needs him. Geralt is the anthesis of every relationship she's ever had, and it is difficult to reconcile that with the way she understands how to navigate the world.

She's not expecting him to explain his feelings, if only because he so rarely does. As he speaks, she is able to meet his eye again, her own still shining and wet. She has learned to read volumes out of just a sentence, because that is how he communicates, but sometimes, things do need to be said out loud. Actually heard. Made real by virtue of being in the air, instead of held inside.

I shouldn't like to lose you any more than you want to lose me, he says, immediately after she has laid bare exactly how petrified of that she truly is. And no one has ever said anything like that to her before, never wanted her that much before. Maybe it's why she was so scared to begin with.

Geralt only says what he means. Really means. She does trust that, with all of her heart.

The sound that escapes her is an accident, somewhere between a choked gasp and a sob, and she wraps her arms around him tightly. Her face presses into the hollow of his neck, her cheeks hot and damp, eyes screwed shut. ]
princessvegas: (159. goddamn problem)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-10 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Minutes pass and she stays tucked against him, letting him envelope her. His warmth, his smell, the solidness of his frame. She has always found his presence comforting -- since basically their first meeting, he has radiated a sense of calm that keeps her grounded. It's not related to their actual relationship, though that has magnified the effect; he is just, as she has told him multiple times, very even-keeled. She finds that soothing, given her own much more erratic temperament. Right now, she sinks into that.

When she does finally lift her head, she remains just as close, barely a few inches from his face. Her face is still flushed pink from crying (as well as embarrassment from doing so). She puts one hand to his face. Her voice is almost a whisper. ]


I love you. [ It's something she has no difficulty saying to other people on a frequent basis. But this love makes her feel exposed in ways she never has before, and so she has mostly held it back. A defense mechanism that takes a toll. ] You make me better.
princessvegas: (080. i'm so bad)

[personal profile] princessvegas 2023-08-14 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a sword that cuts both ways. Geralt feels responsible for his family, but Julie feels responsible for hers, and that includes both him and Ciri. It all still feels like her fault -- if she had just been able to stop herself, if she had told Geralt immediately instead of getting twisted up in the shame and confusion, then maybe things would have gone differently. One less pawn for the demon, and possibly less incentive for it to snatch Ciri.

Geralt doesn't blame her. He doesn't want to be rid of her. That's all she can want from the situation. But she still wishes she could have done everything differently.

She kisses him softly, her thumb running over his cheek, then peeks up at him from under low lids. Her free hand is placed flat against his chest, over his heart. ]

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