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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-03-30 05:31 am (UTC)

[ He rolls his eyes. It is not, as Jaskier well knows, about the coin. In some ways, it never was. Not even back before they met. Perhaps he's simply more willing to acknowledge that these days. To himself, at least.

Once Jaskier sits in his palm, Geralt transfers him to his shoulder. The soft feathers tickle his ear.

Is he? It isn't accurate to say one way or the other. He pushes open the door sectioning off the copper tub. ]


Gods, war, the Singularity... [ He puts Jaskier on the edge of the tub, then strips off his leathers, his shirt. ] What comes will come.

[ He sinks into the steaming water and stretches out his leg as far as he can. He rubs his thumb into the muscle of his thigh, where the bone aches. They have made this sphere their home. He has no wish to run from its threats. Wherever they go, they will face something. If not gods, the Wild Hunt. If not power hungry monarchs in Thorne, then power hungry emperors in Nilfgaard.

He isn't here because it's safe. He's here because no matter the dangers, Ciri will never be the sole target the world pursues. Not how she was on the Continent. ]


What talk have you heard from the townsfolk?

[ About the storms, the Summoned. He knows Jaskier frequents every tavern and street corner. ]

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