[ 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]

[ He isn't hurried, either. He's still lingering on the kiss when Yen settles into his lap. His arm curls around her, under her, automatically—and her wince only draws a slight furrow between his brows. He wants her close, too. He leans back on the bed: at ease, not seeking anything in particular beyond her touch.

(He has not missed the way she never fails to search for her pendant on his chain. As though she fears one day, she will not find it. Geralt does not reassure her he's no plans of ever removing it—he simply lets her look, lets her find it and feel that reassurance on her own each time. Perhaps some part of him needs the reassurance of her looking, too. That gesture which tells him it remains important to her that he hasn't taken it off. That she wants to know he still has it.

It's good, he thinks, to feel that trust grow between them again.) ]

Mm. Information. Are we conspiring across borders now? [ He's teasing, but there's a novelty to how he says it, too. Neither of them have had borders. Him even less so than her; a Witcher's only border is what town that night will or will not allow him in. Until this place. This world that's forced them behind gates and invisible walls.

But that's a thought for later. For now, he focuses on what's more pressing: the silk that drapes over her body. Geralt reaches behind her and tugs on one of the laces, pulling loose a ribbon holding her bodice together. ]

[wiedzminka]

[ The tent. Yennefer's tent. Ciri is surprised to see it, but not unpleasantly so; it's simply that the tent likes to move, and Yennefer isn't often in the Horizon (and neither is Ciri, not without purpose). But today, she had decided to check in on a few things, leave a note for Julie since she still prefers this to communicating over the strange magic that makes their thoughts come to life before their eyes, and after that, she'd summoned her horse. This is one of her favorite things about the Horizon. She can imagine Kelpie, perfect and beautiful, as real here as she is in Ciri's memory. Sometimes, she just likes coming here to ride.

The mare pulls up short when Ciri bids her stop before the tent, tossing her head impetuously. Ciri pats her neck to soothe her and jumps off, letting Kelpie wander as she wishes. Meanwhile, Ciri decides to surprise Yennefer with a visit. Isn't it auspicious, that they happened to be here at the same time?

The tent flap twitches. Ciri slides a hand through to pull it back, ducking inside with bright eyes and mouth open with a half-formed greeting. ]

Yenne--

[ Nope.

Yennefer's back. Arms around her. A glimpse of white hair past her shoulder. Her thighs straddling Geralt's lap.

Ciri's face goes hot. ]

Oh. You're-- you're busy.

Sorry! Carry on!

[ She begins to back up the way she came, hand still on the canvas of the tent. ]

[gynvael]

[ Ah. Shit.

Geralt releases Yen, eyes snapping to the tent's entrance. On instinct, he starts to do up the laces on the back of her dress in a hasty bow that ends up more of a knot than anything. Right. ]

No. Come in. [ He gently dislodges Yennefer from his lap, if she hasn't already climbed off on her own. ] We were just. Talking.

[ That's technically true. They were talking. The wolf had vanished at some point, but it returns now, slipping back into the tent around Ciri. Geralt clears his throat—shifts his gaze to Yennefer sidelong before they return to Ciri. ]

She has...information. She said. From the Dimming.

[vixening]

[ the truth is, yennefer probably should have felt ciri entering into her domain. should have, probably, noticed when she grew closer, and when yennefer (or her horizon) made the decision to let her tent be found at all. but somehow she's not even all that surprised as she hears her voice through the tent flap. she freezes at the sound of ciri, at the question, at her voice - and then geralt is moving, doing back the same laces he'd just been undoing, and yennefer climbs off of him in that same breath.

she does not laugh, necessarily, but there is something so wildly entertaining about the way geralt nearly stutters around the words. talking. yennefer snorts briefly before stepping back forward into the tent again. way from the bed, away from the warmth that had just been building, and instead to the table. ]

From the Singularity, actually. [ a pitcher of wine appears on the table, along with three goblets. yennefer steps over and pours herself a glass, turning back to the tent with a sidelong look back to geralt, a nearly challenging sort, before her attention is back to ciri. her smile is warm, as she gestures inside, her clothes and hair and look all done back up somewhere over the course of the last few moments. magic in the horizon has no limit, after all. ] But you are more than welcome to stay, Ciri.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri lingers near the entrance to the tent, fighting off a smirk. Her brows raise, but she makes no comment.

Just talking? Is that what they're calling it? She huffs a stifled laugh, but decides not to call Geralt out. They seem to have decided they'd rather have her stay, so she'll just... not say anything. They can do whatever they like when she leaves. ]

All right.

[ Ciri approaches the table, pulling up a chair and taking the pitcher to pour for herself as well, and for Geralt if he looks to be interested.

Of course, Ciri is unsurprised that Yennefer had gone to the Singularity; she'd very much expected it. She is glad that it seems Yennefer is in good spirits, though. ]

What did you learn?

1 million years later

[gynvael]

[ He resists the urge to sigh and resigns himself to the circumstances. Is this the consequence of him and Yen finally being on speaking terms again? (He's not complaining. Not truly.)

He leans back against one of Yennefer's dressers while she pours the wine. Like her, he too has access to the limitless magic of the Horizon. Unlike her, he takes no advantage, and where some of his hair has fallen loose, that's where it stays. He folds his arms across his chest.

When Ciri offers him the wine, he takes it, waiting for Yennefer to impart what it is she learned. His eyes linger on Yennefer's bare shoulder for just a moment.

Always a next time, he supposes. ]