[ CLOSED ] pack up your tents to travel

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: October, pre-event
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Catch-All
Warnings: Standard Witcher canon; nsfw marked

three stars are pinned above;
howling their hope in shadow;

(( plot with me discontinued ))

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[gynvael]

Really? Geralt raises an eyebrow and plucks a small bone off the counter. He throws it with a Witcher's aim directly at Jaskier's forehead.

Do better, his arse. Said as though Jaskier were also not in his bed every other night.

Perhaps he should have taken John someplace less, hm. Prone to chaos. For his first night here. Then again, chaos is all Geralt knows with both Yen and Jaskier in his life so John may as well begin acclimating now. He does miss his quiet forest, truly.

"Plenty of work outside the army here." John may be a nobleman but Geralt has learnt he's far from the idle sort. He expects John will have no trouble finding something to do. "The war's taken workers away, anyhow. Stables are missing a few hands."

Well. He assumes it was the war. Maybe they simply vanished or defected to Thorne or...whatever the fuck else it might've been. He isn't certain how things are in Thorne but the Free Cities have often been a place of constant change.

He sets the stew on the table, shaking off his damp hair and making no effort to avoid spraying Jaskier with it.

[cointosser]

The bone strikes Jaskier right between the eyes, making him drop Mog (who curses at him with a squawk) as Jaskier bends over to hold the spot it hit with a fuck. Ow. "That was absolutely uncalled for." Jaskier gives John a look as if to say, can you believe how immature he is? As if there's not a rain cloud stubbornly following him around the room.

Jaskier heals the growing bruise on his head with a touch of chaos and a gentle sparkling from his fingers, then crosses his legs as if it never happened in the first place.

"So, you've only come with Geralt's illustrious company in mind?" He wipes water from his face and makes sure it rains even harder on Geralt, before the magic sizzles out and the rain stops. Not John's most intelligent decision to date, he can imagine, but it's true enough that Geralt has quite the stable life. A place to stay, steady coin, a very rich friend. "Come, you can't really be offering him up as a stablehand. Whatever you're interested in doing, John, I'm certain I'll know the right person to introduce you to."