[ Time slows for a brief moment. Geralt slides off, wiping a hand across his mouth before falling back beside John with careless grace. His limbs are loose, and he pays no attention to the continued storm outside.
Disappointed. The confession brings a faint curl to his lips. No. He imagines it'd have been far more difficult to convince John to open up amidst the crowded pavilion.
And Geralt prefers a soft bed, anyhow. Easier on the knees. ]
So you're glad I came? [ It's not a real question. He tucks one arm under his head, satisfied. A shame they're separated by miles. The distance isn't uncommon, but his inability to travel there is a fact he'll never get used to.
Still. They have got this.
He hums, reflecting on that night. ] You made a charming distraction. Worth watching.
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Disappointed. The confession brings a faint curl to his lips. No. He imagines it'd have been far more difficult to convince John to open up amidst the crowded pavilion.
And Geralt prefers a soft bed, anyhow. Easier on the knees. ]
So you're glad I came? [ It's not a real question. He tucks one arm under his head, satisfied. A shame they're separated by miles. The distance isn't uncommon, but his inability to travel there is a fact he'll never get used to.
Still. They have got this.
He hums, reflecting on that night. ] You made a charming distraction. Worth watching.