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abraxaslogs2021-09-30 07:44 pm
gynvael) wrote in abraxaslogs2021-09-30 07:44 pm
[ CLOSED ] all we know is what would be our home
Who: Geralt + Ciri
When: After the barbecue
Where: Horizon
What: Father-daughter tipsy times, walking home
Warnings: N/A
By the time the night (or what passes as night in the Horizon) winds down, Geralt is solidly not sober, in all the ways that matter, but also sober enough to understand he has no desire to embarrass himself by attempting to mount Roach and ride her home. Not that he needs to ride home. They can obviously just—leave the Horizon itself, entirely.
The truth is, he's feeling not the worst. About being here. Which is startling, given how much he'd wanted to not fucking come to the Horizon at first, after all the shit that's happened recently. An overabundance of alcohol works wonders. Besides, he hasn't got the chance to speak to Ciri much, leaving her to her enjoy herself while he hovered at the edges of the gathering. He waits for her at the end of Sam's garden. It's quiet now, most having left.
When Ciri finally arrives, he starts down the path towards his domain, taking Roach by the reins. Last time they were there together, Ciri hadn't had any of her memories. He knows nothing's changed, though. As far as encounters involving a total loss of memories goes, hers had been one of the less...complicated outcomes.
(It's still hard to forget, though, how at home she'd been.)
"How many drinking contests did you win?"
When: After the barbecue
Where: Horizon
What: Father-daughter tipsy times, walking home
Warnings: N/A
By the time the night (or what passes as night in the Horizon) winds down, Geralt is solidly not sober, in all the ways that matter, but also sober enough to understand he has no desire to embarrass himself by attempting to mount Roach and ride her home. Not that he needs to ride home. They can obviously just—leave the Horizon itself, entirely.
The truth is, he's feeling not the worst. About being here. Which is startling, given how much he'd wanted to not fucking come to the Horizon at first, after all the shit that's happened recently. An overabundance of alcohol works wonders. Besides, he hasn't got the chance to speak to Ciri much, leaving her to her enjoy herself while he hovered at the edges of the gathering. He waits for her at the end of Sam's garden. It's quiet now, most having left.
When Ciri finally arrives, he starts down the path towards his domain, taking Roach by the reins. Last time they were there together, Ciri hadn't had any of her memories. He knows nothing's changed, though. As far as encounters involving a total loss of memories goes, hers had been one of the less...complicated outcomes.
(It's still hard to forget, though, how at home she'd been.)
"How many drinking contests did you win?"