[ CLOSED ] though my feet my rest

[gynvael]

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


(( starters below. plot with me discontinued. ))

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[gynvael]

[ He gives a soft huff, plucking the jar out of Dean's hands when he raises it. A casual gesture he exhibits with very few. He takes a sip, then returns it.

They've both been there. Losing the ones that mean the most to you. ]

It was different with my brothers. The world determined our fate long ago. [ Though Eskel was painful in a way the other losses were not. Only four of them were children when Kaer Morhen fell. Eskel was one.

Even so, Geralt grew up understanding they were destined to die on the Path. There was never a question of if, only when. Death clung to them like a shadow. Reminders lay scattered over every inch of their home, from the bones buried in the snow to the medallions on the tree. They would ride and kill and eventually fall. That is all they were meant for. ] But Ciri is more. She has more waiting for her.

[ A future he was never afforded. He wants to make sure she sees it. It's not merely about protecting her or keeping her safe. He knows what it is to survive and never truly live. That's not a place he ever wants Ciri to find herself.

So he doesn't know, in the end, what lengths he will reach to grant her the future she deserves. He's not afraid of the answer, exactly. (Or is he?) He just hasn't got one. ]

[righteously]

( They don't have medallions in Dean's community. There are no bones to burry — if there's a body at all, it's salted and burned until nothing remains. Otherwise, he can relate to bits of it. The way death hangs over hunters not as a possibility but rather an inevitability, the way reunions and parties often start with a tally of who died between the last and now. Rather than a tree, they have numbers in journals and phone books, its branches just the crossed out lines of the ones no longer in service.

He's no stranger to loss, but when it comes to his family, he'd rather cross off a dozen other numbers than one of theirs.

But that's a him problem, and so he swallows that down and instead offers an empty, humorless smile.

Ciri is more. She has more waiting for her.

With gravity , with weight: )

Well, then I guess you better do everything you can.