[ Wine does not make one accept dismemberment without a blink. Or. It shouldn't. Perhaps Geralt at three jugs of ale in maintains a modicum of restraint that others do not.
A stitch forms along his forehead. He takes another drink, then huffs. ]
I will not be responsible for explaining to Jaskier why his architect is short a hand.
[ He should have never raised the topic. Now Alucard is thinking about it, and inside Geralt exists the boy who was as keen on trying to leash a wyvern and ride it as the rest of his brothers.
But he was barely eight summers old then. He's over a hundred now. He will not enable bad fucking ideas. ]
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A stitch forms along his forehead. He takes another drink, then huffs. ]
I will not be responsible for explaining to Jaskier why his architect is short a hand.
[ He should have never raised the topic. Now Alucard is thinking about it, and inside Geralt exists the boy who was as keen on trying to leash a wyvern and ride it as the rest of his brothers.
But he was barely eight summers old then. He's over a hundred now. He will not enable bad fucking ideas. ]