[ He's so tired of his head getting fucked with. Old memories surfacing; new ones overflowing. They seep into every crevice, and part of him instinctively wants to reject the intrusion. It's not real.
He knows better.
Once he is certain Ciri will remain in the city for now, while he figures this out, he retreats to where it's most quiet. Closes his eyes; tries to think. To sort through every thread so he can decide where he needs to start first. He's already spoken to Ciri. It might be worthwhile to ask if Sam's heard of this happening or anything similar. There's—
Yennefer. Across the world. He will take care of that, too, but not now. Ciri will be safe here, in another city. That'll give him time to consider what he wants to do. It's not a decision he wants to make in haste.
That leaves Jaskier. Jaskier, he does need to speak to sooner rather than later. He knows Jaskier experienced what he did—Ciri confirmed as much—and that means...
He waits for Jaskier outside their home. Can hear him coming a mile away, the bottle that tumbles to the ground. Geralt sighs. So about what he's expected then. Can't blame the man, but. Fuck. So much for rest and restoration.
He picks up the bottle and reaches a hand out to steady his friend. ] No one's sucking anything. Come inside.
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He knows better.
Once he is certain Ciri will remain in the city for now, while he figures this out, he retreats to where it's most quiet. Closes his eyes; tries to think. To sort through every thread so he can decide where he needs to start first. He's already spoken to Ciri. It might be worthwhile to ask if Sam's heard of this happening or anything similar. There's—
Yennefer. Across the world. He will take care of that, too, but not now. Ciri will be safe here, in another city. That'll give him time to consider what he wants to do. It's not a decision he wants to make in haste.
That leaves Jaskier. Jaskier, he does need to speak to sooner rather than later. He knows Jaskier experienced what he did—Ciri confirmed as much—and that means...
He waits for Jaskier outside their home. Can hear him coming a mile away, the bottle that tumbles to the ground. Geralt sighs. So about what he's expected then. Can't blame the man, but. Fuck. So much for rest and restoration.
He picks up the bottle and reaches a hand out to steady his friend. ] No one's sucking anything. Come inside.