[ OPEN / CLOSED ] i think i found a way to kill the sun

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: December
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Some catching up now that he's home
Warnings: Discussion of trauma; nsfw marked



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[gynvael]

[ A quiet huff escapes him. Yeah. It is good to be around again. Good to have people he can rely on nearby, good to finally be in a place where he can start to heal without the stops and starts he was dealing with before, wounds that would start to close only to tear open or for new ones to appear.

He will not admit the deep seated fear that followed him those weeks—not of death, but of earning an injury severe enough he'd not recover from it. One that would leave him unable to really protect anyone at all. It is, he supposes, every Witcher's fear. Whether they speak of it or not. ]

Fuck off, Jaskier. [ There's no heat behind the words. He falls into step beside the bard, chooses not to point out he didn't ignore any messages. He simply never allowed himself to receive them in the first place. Semantics, he's aware. And not the point. He'd done what he had to. He's just glad they were safe, Jaskier and Ciri both.

He lets Jaskier walk him back to Sam's. If a bit of hovering is what Jaskier needs after all this shit, he can allow for it. His side aches worse by the time they reach the door, and he feels every heavy movement as he drags himself up the stairs—but he can't say the walk wasn't time worth spending. ]