[ Geralt's eyebrow arches. Delightful and generous, and ceaselessly talkative. How the fuck either of them got a word on edgewise when they met, he'll be left to ponder.
Eventually, he gives a soft huff. There was a time he'd have told the Doctor to fuck off some twenty minutes ago. He reminds Geralt of Jaskier, though—endless questions, endless chatter, endless curiosity. Things that no longer provoke his annoyance. Hasn't for a long time now. ]
Not much to miss. Most of it's fallen to chaos.
[ The fate of every world. Geralt's watched plenty of wars swallow the Continent. It's only that this one, between Nilfgaard's hunger for what extends past land and power—it's different. Or maybe he simply has far more to lose than he once did. ]
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Eventually, he gives a soft huff. There was a time he'd have told the Doctor to fuck off some twenty minutes ago. He reminds Geralt of Jaskier, though—endless questions, endless chatter, endless curiosity. Things that no longer provoke his annoyance. Hasn't for a long time now. ]
Not much to miss. Most of it's fallen to chaos.
[ The fate of every world. Geralt's watched plenty of wars swallow the Continent. It's only that this one, between Nilfgaard's hunger for what extends past land and power—it's different. Or maybe he simply has far more to lose than he once did. ]
What of you?