[John turns his face into the press of Geralt's fingers against his skin, leaning into the gentle touch. He is right, of course. He cannot give into the fear and despair she builds within him. God knows, there is enough fodder in his past to make it possible. Starting, he thinks, all the way back to when he was but a boy. Sneaking about in the conservatory late at night (early in the morning?) to find the body of his father shot dead underneath the peach tree.
He's never cared much for peaches.
He knows he is tired. Stressed. Stretched thin. He can see how that too makes him an easy target. He knows he must take better care to guard himself against her, but just now it feels a very tall task indeed. He wishes...
Well, there is only one way for him to get what he wishes: to leave Thorne for good. He has been given a lot to think about tonight, that is for certain.
He takes in a deep breath.]
I have weathered many storms. I will weather this as well. [Maybe someday he will share some of these burdens with Geralt. It is a fault of his, he supposes. To so readily shoulder those of others but be reluctant to unburden himself upon them in return. Ah, well. He glances up to meet Geralt's golden gaze, offering him the twist of a little smile.] I will admit, it is easier with you by my side, though.
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He's never cared much for peaches.
He knows he is tired. Stressed. Stretched thin. He can see how that too makes him an easy target. He knows he must take better care to guard himself against her, but just now it feels a very tall task indeed. He wishes...
Well, there is only one way for him to get what he wishes: to leave Thorne for good. He has been given a lot to think about tonight, that is for certain.
He takes in a deep breath.]
I have weathered many storms. I will weather this as well. [Maybe someday he will share some of these burdens with Geralt. It is a fault of his, he supposes. To so readily shoulder those of others but be reluctant to unburden himself upon them in return. Ah, well. He glances up to meet Geralt's golden gaze, offering him the twist of a little smile.] I will admit, it is easier with you by my side, though.