( the last part certainly catches her attention. if yennefer's spent time in thorne, then it's very likely for her to have met lucifer, though for her to have that opinion of him... she likes the witch already, and it'd certainly be useful to meet another talented witch.
she squeezes his arm gently, a silent thanks at the recommendation, at his gentler way with her about this whole situation. it's much more preferred to how some of the others have been )
Though talking of magic... ( not so subtly shifting the conversation away from lucifer, and as she pauses the smile she gives him isn't quite as innocent ) You might find what Ican already do... interesting.
[ Geralt's gaze shifts sidelong towards Rowena. Mm-hm. ]
I'm sure. Are you proposing a demonstration now or later?
[ Is that a little too coarse? Perhaps, but he's always been that way, and something tells him Rowena is not friends with Dean for his tact. Besides, he's not particularly interested in discussing Lucifer for long, either. Lucifer is a problem, but hardly their biggest one.
The Singularity has more of his focus. And he is not certain how much longer it will hold stable after what occurred on the Dimming. Every time it's disturbed, the Summoned are affected. He's expecting something to happen any day...and it worries him that something hasn't yet. ]
( there's a soft sound from her, delight in the fact that he's picking up what she's putting down. she'll use her hand on his arm to start leading them as they walk, shifting their direction with a purposeful location in mind )
Now only makes more sense. Why wait on such a demonstration?
( she wasn't busy, he didn't seem it, and a playful distraction was certainly in need )
And I do so happen to have the afternoon completely free for you. Just to be thorough.
[ Geralt prefers frankness when it comes to these things, and Rowena has plenty of it. He follows her without comment.
He could, in fact, use a distraction from all that's happened. And though he has not confirmed it, he suspects he's right that Rowena is older than she looks. By how much, he isn't sure nor does he care—but it is nice to find someone who may be as old as he is, if not older. ]
Careful. Or I might think you actually portaled to me on purpose.
[ His afternoon is equally free. It's unusual for him to have this much time on his hands, but being plucked from his home and with necessities provided for, all the little things that often took up his time—searching for contracts, collecting his payment, selling monster parts, shopping for bread—has now simply evaporated. It leaves him feeling uncharacteristically restless. ]
[ There's a frankness to that remark, though it's clear Geralt has no qualms about it, either. He's certainly spent enough time with Yennefer and Jaskier both.
In a way, he'd have liked to have learned about Rowena earlier, before she arrived; she sheds a different light on Dean and Sam both. Not that Dean wasn't already a close friend as it is—but Dean had rarely spoken of befriending anyone other than an angel and various human hunters. He'd always assumed that was the sole make up of the Winchester's little circle back home. Given what little Dean told him of his father, Geralt had never questioned that assumption much.
He shuts the door gently behind him. His gaze roams over Rowena for a moment. ] The last time I was with a sorceress I'd just met, I wound up in the village jail. I hope you're offering a more favourable outcome.
Whilst that would be an interesting outcome to the afternoon--
( she pauses to step closer, leaning up to let her words whisper to him )
If I wanted you trapped we'd be in Hell. ( and it'd entirely be her trap, which would still be nicer than a village jail ) That's not where I want you.
( she didn't want him trapped at all, not when she was certain he'd be far more impressive as he currently was. what better way to measure a man than to treat him kindly and let him delight you in return?
a light kiss presses to his jaw, fingers running along his arm, and the lingering moment of rowena being close to him allows her to pull off a small enchantment. as she steps back, fingers trailing back down until she can catch his hand, he'll find that the blouse and trousers that she'd been wearing took now the form of a deep red dress, high at the front and cut in a low v at her back, fabric flowing to the floor )
His medallion hums as her magic flows; perhaps she might feel the faint vibration between them as the snarling wolf shivers. He raises an eyebrow as her skirts unfurl around her. Red is her colour; she reminds him, he thinks, a little of Triss and Yen all at once, and perhaps that has, in some small part, informed how he's approached her.
He curls the edges of the light fabric in his fingers, lifting it up, higher and higher.
Then he leans down to kiss her, deeper. Yes. He can certainly let her surprise him. ]
( she's leaning in for that kiss, resting a hand on his neck to tug him into her, and though his medallion hums again this enchantment is just on the room around them, dimming some of the lighting, and making her bed a little more comfortable.
her other hand slips between them, bunching the layers of his shirt at his waist, tugging it free so she can slide her hand underneath, pressing to him )
Do you ever take it off?
( her words are quiet when the kiss breaks, leaning back enough to drop her gaze to his medallion. some people had a thing about what they wore. but she also couldn't surprise him (in one way) if it knew every time she used magic )
[ He does not, in fact, quite catch what she means by it immediately, until he sees the direction of her gaze. Mm. ]
No. [ Rarely, at least. And often not by choice. But truthfully, it's primarily because no one has requested it, either. ] I can be convinced.
[ He nudges her towards the bed with one hand, slipping the medallion off with his other. The chain piles with a soft clink on the table near the bedside. It's a little strange to have it off, but it's near enough at hand he doesn't much mind.
Besides, he has a more than suitable distraction. ]
( a little smugness tugs at her smile as the medallion comes off, rowena watching him place it down as she steps out of her heels, sliding a hand back into his to draw him close again.
she slides onto the bed, kneeling to raise herself up, drawing her fingers along the front of his shirt. it'd be simple to undress him just with her magic, a small gesture shedding his clothes, but it's a more boring idea. instead, when her fingers brush over his neck he'll feel a tingle over his skin, running to where her hand settles on the back of his neck, letting that gentle electric sensation weave down his back.
she lets a few seconds pass before leaning in to kiss him, letting the sensation increase as her lips touch his before it calms again )
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she squeezes his arm gently, a silent thanks at the recommendation, at his gentler way with her about this whole situation. it's much more preferred to how some of the others have been )
Though talking of magic... ( not so subtly shifting the conversation away from lucifer, and as she pauses the smile she gives him isn't quite as innocent ) You might find what Ican already do... interesting.
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I'm sure. Are you proposing a demonstration now or later?
[ Is that a little too coarse? Perhaps, but he's always been that way, and something tells him Rowena is not friends with Dean for his tact. Besides, he's not particularly interested in discussing Lucifer for long, either. Lucifer is a problem, but hardly their biggest one.
The Singularity has more of his focus. And he is not certain how much longer it will hold stable after what occurred on the Dimming. Every time it's disturbed, the Summoned are affected. He's expecting something to happen any day...and it worries him that something hasn't yet. ]
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Now only makes more sense. Why wait on such a demonstration?
( she wasn't busy, he didn't seem it, and a playful distraction was certainly in need )
And I do so happen to have the afternoon completely free for you. Just to be thorough.
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He could, in fact, use a distraction from all that's happened. And though he has not confirmed it, he suspects he's right that Rowena is older than she looks. By how much, he isn't sure nor does he care—but it is nice to find someone who may be as old as he is, if not older. ]
Careful. Or I might think you actually portaled to me on purpose.
[ His afternoon is equally free. It's unusual for him to have this much time on his hands, but being plucked from his home and with necessities provided for, all the little things that often took up his time—searching for contracts, collecting his payment, selling monster parts, shopping for bread—has now simply evaporated. It leaves him feeling uncharacteristically restless. ]
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I have been known to turn situations to my advantage, though perhaps this one will be that for both of us.
( what's a nice afternoon together if not a good time? her other hand joins the hand already guiding on his arm, rubbing gently along it )
And f not now I certainly would have made the time.
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[ There's a frankness to that remark, though it's clear Geralt has no qualms about it, either. He's certainly spent enough time with Yennefer and Jaskier both.
In a way, he'd have liked to have learned about Rowena earlier, before she arrived; she sheds a different light on Dean and Sam both. Not that Dean wasn't already a close friend as it is—but Dean had rarely spoken of befriending anyone other than an angel and various human hunters. He'd always assumed that was the sole make up of the Winchester's little circle back home. Given what little Dean told him of his father, Geralt had never questioned that assumption much.
He shuts the door gently behind him. His gaze roams over Rowena for a moment. ] The last time I was with a sorceress I'd just met, I wound up in the village jail. I hope you're offering a more favourable outcome.
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( she pauses to step closer, leaning up to let her words whisper to him )
If I wanted you trapped we'd be in Hell. ( and it'd entirely be her trap, which would still be nicer than a village jail ) That's not where I want you.
( she didn't want him trapped at all, not when she was certain he'd be far more impressive as he currently was. what better way to measure a man than to treat him kindly and let him delight you in return?
a light kiss presses to his jaw, fingers running along his arm, and the lingering moment of rowena being close to him allows her to pull off a small enchantment. as she steps back, fingers trailing back down until she can catch his hand, he'll find that the blouse and trousers that she'd been wearing took now the form of a deep red dress, high at the front and cut in a low v at her back, fabric flowing to the floor )
Let me surprise you.
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His medallion hums as her magic flows; perhaps she might feel the faint vibration between them as the snarling wolf shivers. He raises an eyebrow as her skirts unfurl around her. Red is her colour; she reminds him, he thinks, a little of Triss and Yen all at once, and perhaps that has, in some small part, informed how he's approached her.
He curls the edges of the light fabric in his fingers, lifting it up, higher and higher.
Then he leans down to kiss her, deeper. Yes. He can certainly let her surprise him. ]
slips back in oops
her other hand slips between them, bunching the layers of his shirt at his waist, tugging it free so she can slide her hand underneath, pressing to him )
Do you ever take it off?
( her words are quiet when the kiss breaks, leaning back enough to drop her gaze to his medallion. some people had a thing about what they wore. but she also couldn't surprise him (in one way) if it knew every time she used magic )
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No. [ Rarely, at least. And often not by choice. But truthfully, it's primarily because no one has requested it, either. ] I can be convinced.
[ He nudges her towards the bed with one hand, slipping the medallion off with his other. The chain piles with a soft clink on the table near the bedside. It's a little strange to have it off, but it's near enough at hand he doesn't much mind.
Besides, he has a more than suitable distraction. ]
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she slides onto the bed, kneeling to raise herself up, drawing her fingers along the front of his shirt. it'd be simple to undress him just with her magic, a small gesture shedding his clothes, but it's a more boring idea. instead, when her fingers brush over his neck he'll feel a tingle over his skin, running to where her hand settles on the back of his neck, letting that gentle electric sensation weave down his back.
she lets a few seconds pass before leaning in to kiss him, letting the sensation increase as her lips touch his before it calms again )