[ 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

If you'd like to plot out a thread, please PM Ciri or Jaskier's journals, or catch us on Plurk at belleteyn and scathefire respectively!

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[falcony]

[ sam goes about setting whatever he can find on the table, grabbing at a couple of pieces for himself before he returns back to wherever it was he'd been leaning - the counter, against the wall. it doesn't matter much. for whatever reprieve having something to do had given him for those brief seconds, it's gone just as quickly after, and sam watches as ciri picks at the bread and meats.

but then something changes. ciri bites into a piece of apple like it's offended her, snaps out he trusts you and sam freezes to the spot. he's...not sure what's happening here. and sam knows that part of it is sheer exhaustion, that ciri is coming from a place of being terrified and worried and upset for geralt with every reason to, and that sam isn't putting this together because he hasn't slept in what feels like days and smells like geralt's blood even after he's washed, and washed, and washed.

ciri is pissed. sam knows why. she doesn't give voice to what she probably wants to say most out of all of this, but he picks them up all the same. ciri is a little drunk, and sam is too. sam is probably on his way to being very drunk, but part of him thinks maybe they're both allowed that. ]

Ciri, I- [ but she cuts him off, and he lets her. lets her be angry, or frustrated, or put up whatever wall she needs. he feels the urge to argue, if only because he feels lost too. feels strung out, and worried, and guilty too somehow. and he doesn't think she actually wants to take any of this out on him.

but he lets her.

you mean something to him.

somehow that feels even worse. like a bunch to the gut. like a slap to the face. sam, who means something to geralt. sam, who was still her, waiting for any information, who thought he might know something, after what he said. what he did. he feels the intense need to look away from her. to turn his eyes to the floor, or the table, or anywhere else...

but he doesn't. and as ciri finishes, and as ciri pushes to her feet - her eyes deathly intense, her threats heavy and honest and sam knows, knows she wouldn't hesitate to put him in the ground. but all he can do is not. ]

I will. [ it applies to both. both her demands. he nods, tightening his hold around his own glass to hopefully hide the way he almost feels himself start to shake. his jaw tenses, even now, but he doesn't break the gaze. ]

Get home safe, Ciri. [ he means it. ] I'll see you tomorrow.