[ CLOSED ] just look across and see

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: September
Where: Cadens, Nocwich, Horizon
What: September catch-all
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon; season 3 spoilers. nsfw marked.


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

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[gynvael]

[ A small smile tilts his lips. He didn't mean it like that and he knows she knows, though it's true he hasn't really thought of anybody except Ciri for weeks. Nothing mattered once she was gone. In a way, parts of him are still there. As though it's been only a day since he found her again even if he knows they were never separated here.

He squeezes Julie's hand. ] You won't lose me, either.

[ She's so wrapped up in the Singularity, he isn't sure she could ever be taken out of this sphere, but his foothold feels especially tenuous after last night. He doesn't want to abandon her. She'd taken it hard when Lloyd disappeared, and though he's aware it isn't the same—they don't share a history before Abraxas—it's just...he promised to be there when she needs him. And he hates the thought that he might not be because of something so fucking far out of his control.

It's not a cloud he wants to hang over them. So he kisses her, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, and keeps her close. ]

wrap?

[princessvegas]

I know. ‘Cause I’ll come right after and hunt your ass down.

[ She smiles widely, smugly, kissing him back with a soft sigh. It’s so much easier to joke about it all, but the reality is that she would sacrifice herself to chase him to another world if she has to.

Losing Lloyd almost broke her, and she barely even liked him most days. Losing Geralt would catapult her straight into the insanity of trying to follow him.

After a moment, she cuddles up against him and then turns over, her back pressed to his chest. She still clutches his hand possessively to herself, their arms twisted together and draped over her waist. Raising the arm under herself slightly, her hand glows and the candles snuff themselves out. The balls of light flicker out of existence. The curtains waft with the autumn desert breeze, only barely cool.

As she drifts off, she keeps hold of his hand, ]