[ CLOSED ] tell them that the villains on my list

[wiedzminka]

Who: Ciri, Jaskier, and others
What: Geralt has gone missing. Ciri and Jaskier are on the case.
Where: Around Cadens, the desert outside it, perhaps the other Free Cities; possibly Horizon and Network
When: Mid-November
Warnings: violence, gore, dismemberment

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[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri comes up for air eventually, makeup streaked down her cheeks and bangs rumpled in all directions. It's a heavy sort of relief, almost as painful as the worry; even here, she feels lightheaded. Ciri pushes up off the bar shakily, moving to stand so she can reach better. ]

Thank you.

[ Voice soft, raw, squeezed with effort past the lump still in her throat.

Ciri reaches out, and pulls Julie into a long, tight hug. ]

[princessvegas]

[ Julie snorts softly, lets Jaskier kiss her hand while she squeezes his fingers, but then Ciri grabs her and Julie wraps both arms tightly around her, making soothing little cooing noises. This whole thing has been so stressful, and Julie's only been involved for like, two hours -- she can only imagine how overwhelmed Ciri must be. ]

Oh, babydoll, there's not a single thing to thank me for. [ She leans back a little, takes a makeup wipe from thin air and gently cleans the streaks of eyeliner off Ciri's face. ] I promise. We'll get all this shit taken care of. Just go to bed and get some rest.

[ She is, of course, assuming that Ciri is at home, and not in a medieval drunk tank for a murder spree. Most people do not decide that unprovoked homicide is the best way to handle their emotions, but Julie can respect it, too. ]

[cointosser]

[He can't help but let escape another laugh at the woman calling Ciri something as absurd as babydoll -- and yet somehow, in her lilting accent, it simply flows out as natural as anything. A gentle sort of nickname. Affectionate.

He does not need to ask Geralt's state of mind to know he must be utterly fucking perplexed by this. That these women would house and heal him, without him offering anything in return. And now he watches Ciri, Geralt's daughter by all accounts -- hers and Destiny's own -- holding her tight.

There really is a chance for things to right themselves again.]

Yes, well. [He glances at Ciri, who is not very capable of going to her own bed right now. The others needn't know. With how wound up he feels himself, sleep is out of reach. But there's plenty he can do to get his hands busy.] We really should, Ciri. Both of us. It's been... an unending few weeks.

[He wipes the existence of his drink away to clean up.] Though staying here and getting drunk is quite an appetizing idea, we have preparations to make.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri doesn't even protest the silly term of endearment. It sounds affectionate when Julie says it, a warmth and understanding in her voice that nearly makes her start crying again. For a few moments, Ciri just... lets herself be held, relaxing into the embrace and closing her eyes, taking a few long, grounding breaths. Julie always smells nice.

An unending few weeks is certainly one way to put it. Ciri would have slipped a fucking in there for good measure, too.

She manages a faint -- but genuine -- smile as Julie wipes her face. And she allows it, the small comfort in this place, a step away from reality. Not that she particularly cares about the cold cell or the lumpy little cot her physical body is on; that's the least of her worries, not even worth bringing up. ]

You're right. [ Both of them. She pulls away, rubbing her eyes and undoing most of Julie's work with the makeup wipe. ]

I will sleep better tonight, at least.

Take care of yourself too, Julie.