[ 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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[priestified]

[ Maxwell's brows quirk upwards as Geralt gives him that brief once-over (a show of interest which will only encourage this chatty tag-along), but he only shrugs as if to say 'you got me' when asked about his profession.

That next bit, though - that makes him laugh out loud. It isn't a humorless laugh; quite the contrary. It's full of good humor. Just... the morbid kind. ]

God would have to be one salty bastard to follow my ass here.

[gynvael]

[ God he says, as if that is the name of his faith altogether (or the lack of it, as it were), and it reminds him of how Julie says it, too. It's often struck him as strange. To leave your god unnamed. You'd think the least they'd be granted was a name. ]

One could also argue most of the gods are bastards.

[ Gods, Destiny. Whatever you want to call it. It's said casually, though: a simple remark not meant to hold any deeper meaning. ]

What did you do to piss yours off? [ Or should he ask, what didn't he do? ]

[priestified]

[ He laughs, with not an ounce less of that dark humor. ]

Question is, what haven't I done. [ Right on the money, Geralt. ]
Catholics got a lot of rules.