[ OPEN / CLOSED ] adieu to all the faceless things

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: Pre-event, post-mine jail
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Geralt takes care of some business now that he's home + putters around his Horizon
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon


(( horizon open. plot with me discontinued for more specific starters. ))

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[soothsighs]

( But sooner or later, you will stumble again.

And there it is. Urianger looks away at Geralt's statement, momentarily shamed by the lengths he's gone to in order to ignore something the other man knows to be inevitable fact. That he knows so be inevitable fact, for all he's tried his best to convince himself otherwise. He leans back in his seat, his expression unreadable as he closes his eyes for a short moment: )

... I am unused to this manner of inevitability.

( His lips lift into a tight smile. )

Upon my home Star, I—

( He sighs into a humourless chuckle. )

For so long I considered it my duty to pave a path of light from my place in the shadows, that Himeka might walk it unburdened of the knowledge of what each flagstone truly cost. My life has been one of ... orchestrating, some might say. To find myself at the mercy of the orchestrations of others is — most unsettling.

[gynvael]

[ Perhaps that's where the difference between them lies. Geralt's life is something of the opposite. He's no one's puppet—not near it—but there are always forces pushing him one way or another. People, kingdoms, Destiny herself.

His entire life has been about steering his course in spite of those who would take his choices from him. ]

I don't profess to know Himeka as well as you do, but...I doubt she gives a shit about you carrying her burdens. I think she'd rather have you as a friend than a martyr.

[ Does he understand where Urianger is coming from? Sure. He's not unsympathetic; his frankness isn't meant to be dismissive, though Geralt's never been particularly soft with his words, either.

There's only so much wallowing one can do. Eventually, you have to move on. Or the world moves on without you. This, the weight on Urianger's shoulders, it isn't something that anyone can lift except Urianger himself. That is a decision the elf will have to make on his own. For himself and no one else. ]

[soothsighs]

... I am not unaware.

( Urianger sags a little, as more uncomfortable realisations begin to stir up into his chest. It's difficult to admit that part of the problem is feeling at a loss of how to be part of a close friendship: he loves his friends deeply, of course he does, but Urianger has ever occupied a position that sets him apart from the rest of the group. He is a core member of the Scions and yet he arranges his work that he might achieve it all alone — even upon the First, he took up residence in a region populated by Pixies, not by mortals.

His thumb and forefinger pinch at the bridge of his nose, then rub over his eyes, before he lifts his cup to take another sip of his drink. )

It is difficult, to know that one's insecurities reflect the worst parts of oneself.

( But at the very least, he does smile at that. )

As difficult as it is important, I should add.

wrap soon? 🎀

[gynvael]

Mm.

[ That it is. Geralt's not of the belief he's saying anything Urianger hasn't thought himself already, but perhaps the elf simply needed another to speak it out loud. Whichever the case may be, he hopes Urianger will find himself some measure of peace. Eventually. ]

Our worst parts are only so if you let them fester. [ They all have them. ] Have you considered speaking to Himeka?

[ It's a gentle suggestion. To have a close friend from one's sphere is a rare thing. Not always a desired aspect, but he has learnt through his own experiences that it...helps. To not be alone. And though he may not have known Himeka from before this world, they've been friends for a time. Long enough that he can say that she is a grounding presence for troubled minds. ]