[ CLOSED ] eyes black, big paws

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: March
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Catch-all
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon; nsfw marked.


and it's poison in his blood;
we took you right from your mother's womb;

discontinued | quantifies | starters below.

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[righteously]

( He's respected Geralt for a long time. Even despite his initial wariness, knowing the guy was a hunter initiated him with a certain level that's only grown with time. His regard now is extremely high, but even despite it, part of him expected Geralt to warn him off of this path. He expected caution, or to be guided to abstain — the dude's got a habit of keeping his head down, keeping his business close to the vest, and for a minute he really thought that's the same brand of advisement he'd get from this.

But it isn't... and that respect only grows higher as a result. It feels like the right answer, on a base and foundational level.

He meets Geralt's eye as the other man looks over and, after a lengthy beat, he nods. Just the once.

Okay, then.

Okay.

Good.

To be careful he says nothing; they both know he'll be as careful as he can be, but with this kind of thing... caution can only guarantee you so much safety. There's a very real risk that he pokes into something he shouldn't, that it brings heat down from on high, and the only true way to mitigate that would be to not poke around at all.

He'll handle the monsters he's been tasked to end. He'll get the military off their backs, and let their attention wander.

And then he's gonna start poking.

In the meantime, the two of them sit in contemplative silence, and drink. )