He does not, of course, have a single idea what this new knowledge might lend him. He recalls her story very well; it's a rare gift that he even so much as meets another storyteller, let alone one who can share it with talent. A magic man came to her in her dreams. Surely she does not mean the same magic man with the deer. There's a lot of magic men in her belief system, aren't there?
Of course, if her story is to be believed, the magic man -- sans reindeer or no -- is not the terrible part of it. It's her debasement. Her... how she put it? She didn't use the term, but "sins" seems appropriate, with what she's already told him today.
The revelation's completely thrown him off why he even came to her today. This is -- oof. This is a lot.]
Er. Right. I did. [How does one say but your lousy childhood is far more fucking fascinating, and hello, can we talk about the demon thing? He clears his throat as if buying some time, weighing out whether he really wants to push the matter or not.
But about the whole queen thing --]
My intention was rather simple, actually. I only meant to come and, well... to thank you, very earnestly, for what you did for my friend. For Geralt. Considering it sounds about as if you and Julie saved his life, I...
[He chokes up, embarrassingly, as he tends to do when the very real and too-close idea of Geralt dying comes up. Look, he knows what he is. The Witcher life. Being put down like a dog in a cage is not a dignified death.
This is why he'd much rather talk about someone else's trauma. The sound of his own shuddering breaths is hideous.] At any rate, I needn't have a clue how to repay you, so an impromptu performance and a walk through the snow is one way to start.
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He does not, of course, have a single idea what this new knowledge might lend him. He recalls her story very well; it's a rare gift that he even so much as meets another storyteller, let alone one who can share it with talent. A magic man came to her in her dreams. Surely she does not mean the same magic man with the deer. There's a lot of magic men in her belief system, aren't there?
Of course, if her story is to be believed, the magic man -- sans reindeer or no -- is not the terrible part of it. It's her debasement. Her... how she put it? She didn't use the term, but "sins" seems appropriate, with what she's already told him today.
The revelation's completely thrown him off why he even came to her today. This is -- oof. This is a lot.]
Er. Right. I did. [How does one say but your lousy childhood is far more fucking fascinating, and hello, can we talk about the demon thing? He clears his throat as if buying some time, weighing out whether he really wants to push the matter or not.
But about the whole queen thing --]
My intention was rather simple, actually. I only meant to come and, well... to thank you, very earnestly, for what you did for my friend. For Geralt. Considering it sounds about as if you and Julie saved his life, I...
[He chokes up, embarrassingly, as he tends to do when the very real and too-close idea of Geralt dying comes up. Look, he knows what he is. The Witcher life. Being put down like a dog in a cage is not a dignified death.
This is why he'd much rather talk about someone else's trauma. The sound of his own shuddering breaths is hideous.] At any rate, I needn't have a clue how to repay you, so an impromptu performance and a walk through the snow is one way to start.