[ 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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[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. ]