[ 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]

[ Or that. He really didn't mean to break her mind with this, though it seems he might've. Geralt lets her process in peace while he finishes off the broth and sets what's left of the scraps down for the wolf to lap up. The wolf, who should be blissfully unaware of the conversation between them, but that it's connected to Geralt means the animal has laid down, looking equally contemplative. ]

Mm. We can guess all day long and we'll still know shit all. [ Not that he isn't concerned; it's just that he knows better than to force pieces into place that don't belong out of a need to fill in the gaps. If they don't yet have answers, then they don't have them. ] May as well let it rest.

[ Putting this complication aside, they also don't know a way back or anything about that: how it'll work, if it'll work, what state it will leave their spheres in even if they should find a way. He can't sit and dwell on some distant future that may or may not come to pass. It's why he's put most of his focus on protecting those most important to him. Friends. (Family.) In the meantime, he will watch for the answers as they come. He's already learned more than he knew a few months ago. It's something. It's progress. And yeah. He does still have a fucking headache over everything, but what else is new? ]

[aquaveiled]

[ That has been how she'd seen most obstacles in her way: I don't know what I don't know and I won't know until I do. But it is a bit different now, isn't it? The burden of insight has shifted, there is no convenient long-lost friend turned wizard waiting to whisk her back and forth between worlds now. All she has to guide her path are her own wits which...seems dangerous in and of itself.

She had trained once as an Astrologian. Now is one of the times she sees the appeal in consulting the cards for some sort of guidance, even if the notions of fate and destiny never sat well with her. Just the thought that something stronger and wiser than you could be guiding your actions may be a comfort.

But...in the end, she much prefers when her choices are her own. If she makes the choice to put some effort into this conundrum, something has to come of it. Right? ]

For now.

[ Himeka sighs, shaking her head before offering Geralt a weak smile. ]

I'm not overfond of worrying myself, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel some sort of responsibility to make sense of it.

[gynvael]

[ His head tips to the side. He watches her for a second or two before answering: something that edges close to reassurance, but isn't quite. ]

You will. [ He understands what she means. Patience and avoidance are two different things. He wants to know as much as anyone. But they've been in this world just months. He's only beginning to grasp what it all means and drawing solid conclusions at this stage seems nebulous at best. Hasty at worst. ] Not all answers come from questions.

[ That's all he says about it. People often tell you more when you aren't asking; that much he's learned through the years. He's let Sam speak to the Prime Minister while he's gleaned what he can from the desert outpost through the hunter he's met; Kylo has granted him information on Thorne, and the queen. Jaskier will tell him if anything of Solvunn arises in his conversations with Estinien. A picture is forming, however murky. He thinks of his first conversation with Relena long ago. That she thought her time was best spent listening to what the locals were afraid of. He'd not disagreed. Still doesn't. ]

If I learn anything worthwhile, I'll pass it on.

[aquaveiled]

[ She can only nod at that. He's right--sometimes there is naught to do but wait, but she has never been someone who likes to sit around and do as such. So she'll have to find ways keep herself busy, other mysterious to unravel that carry many fewer headaches, if she can swing it.

Himeka finally goes back to her soup, not without putting some noodles on the table now for the wolf. ]

I'll do the same.

[ For now she is content, at least, to pretend there isn't much else to worry about outside of a dusty fortress, a quite man, and a very hungry hippo dog. ]