[ 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 leans back on the couch, content to sit with her. Afterwards, probably, he will spend the night with her. No one's expecting him to be anywhere, and Geralt hasn't any trouble making himself at home in the space of others once they've invited him. Maybe it comes with never having a home of his own outside of the winter months. ]

So did I. [ He looks forward to seeing her again. It's good to have people who bring him back. Deep down, he needs that. Even before, he'd had his brothers. They aren't here now, but he's got a differrent family to return to. ]

You could come with me someday. [ He's only teasing. He knows she isn't interested in toiling under the scorching sun for weeks while monsters lurk in every corner. ] I roast a fine lizard.

[princessvegas]

[ Both wineglasses ghost through the air, first his and then hers, carried in her phantom hand. Leaning into his side, she takes a drink and sighs. She still feels a bit raw, which is perhaps to be expected when discussing one's deepest fears, but she thinks she'll be fine. ]

Maybe somethin' short. A few days. [ Julie is actually not a stranger to camping -- where she's from, there's not a ton of other options for getting away. She can't say it's ever been her favorite activity, and she's never really done it in the desert, but a weekend? Why not. At the very least, she knows she can conjure enough for it to not be a miserable time. ] You'll really hafta tempt me on lizard, though.

[ She will bring sausages. ]

[gynvael]

[ He hums, considering. The Badlands is no place to camp, but the hills to the east are prettier, more vibrant, and far less treacherous while still a good distance from the city. She'd like it, he thinks. Travelling has been ingrained in him from a young age. He's come to enjoy it. He can admit easier these days that sometimes, it's an experience he wants to share.

His arm slips around her shoulder. ]

I've won you over before. [ There's a faint tilt to his lips. He takes the wine. Sausages will be appreciated. He won't turn down any upgrades to the food.

When it's later, he brings both her and the wine to the bedroom; in the morning, he helps her put a few belongings onto the new shelf. He is thinking about another trip with her—Aquila was pleasant, a memory he reflects on fondly—and he means to do it soon. In autumn, perhaps, when it isn't so fucking hot, and while things remain quiet. ]

[princessvegas]

You might win me over on most things, but I didn't eat lizards in the apocalypse, so I don't plan to start now.

[ She beams into his shoulder. Honestly, if there was anyone she would taste a lizard for, it would be him. But it would be the world's tiniest taste.

Sausages and roasted marshmallows it is. ]