[ 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. ))

Comments

[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. ]