[ CLOSED ] let my bed be made

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: Mid-May to Mid-June
Where: Cadens, Nocwich, Horizon
What: Post April event catch-all
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon; nsfw marked

for i feel the gripe
of the woody nightshade;

(( plot with me discontinued ))

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[gynvael]

[ He lets their legs press together in the tub. It's a decently sized one, room enough for two, but Geralt regrettably can't help taking him a certain amount of space.

His lips quirk, crooked. ] Your memory serves, Ser Robin.

[ Perhaps one day, he'll have John recite more of that story to him. He has faded memories of it, verses and lines spoken to him in their visions. It isn't exactly the story he cares for, but. Hmm.

He does enjoy the sound of John's voice. ]

[iustise]

[John smiles, knocking his knee against Geralt’s in return, a companionable action as they both get themselves comfortable in the tub. He had attended as Robin Goodfellow, hadn’t he. He had thought himself quite clever at the time. It was just his own misfortune that he was the only one to really appreciate his own sense of humor. Ah, well. It would not be the first time.]

Gwynbleidd.

[Sitting forward, he reaches to tuck a strand of Geralt’s white hair behind his ear, his lips still twisted up in their own crooked smile. The action echoing his very first tentative gesture of affection, what feels like lifetimes ago now.]

I find myself all the better for your company.

🎀 wrap soon?

[gynvael]

[ Let it be known that had Geralt understood the reference, he'd have enjoyed it.

His smile widens a touch, a brief flicker. He likes hearing it from John's lips. That title. It feels right—an inexplicable coincidence that John should be familiar with his own realm's version of Elder. ]

It's not going anywhere.

[ He is here to stay. For as long as this life will allow him. He does not wish to imagine what the future holds, though. For him, it has always been uncertain. But he is sure about John. That much he knows. ]