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[ CLOSED ] through open passageways
Who: Geralt + Various
When: March
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Catch-all for things
Warnings: Adding as we go
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When: March
Where: Cadens; Horizon
What: Catch-all for things
Warnings: Adding as we go
(( placing starters in the comments below. find me at
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[ Why this needs to be a question, he isn't certain. The reasons are several in reality—absolutely nothing Geralt chooses to do has a single uncomplicated answer—but it isn't hard to presume it a matter of convenience from the outside. Which it is, in part. Sleeping comforts don't register to him as worth putting down the coin for. He's rarely home in the first place—spends most of his nights in the desert. Ciri is the same, so they piled into that cramped room at the start and never left. In exchange, they've two steady horses and a small handful of fine-crafted weapons. Geralt is particular about his sword; he will not pick up any common blade off a smith's table. Both his and Ciri's were forged to specifications; he's recently replaced his own blade with the meteorite steel he couldn't afford early in. He'll take a good sword and horse over a bed any day.
But there's also how Jaskier's sleep has been restless ever since the memories poured in. Geralt keeps him company in the night these days, when he might normally have tossed a pillow on the ground and slept there instead. It seems to help, even if Jaskier has a habit of clinging harder than a fucking ocean squid. That is a personal matter, however. One he is not interested in divulging. When it suits sums it up well enough. ]
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Evidently that's not something that holds true in Geralt-world. )
Wellp.
( He declares decisively. )
That all sounds bass ackwards, but as long as it works for you two weirdos.
( Punctuated with another drink. It's none of his business, and he doesn't have the right mustache situation going on to be playing Dr. Phil over here. )
I stabbed Cas square in the chest first thing when I met him, I'm not exactly one to talk about normal interpersonal relationship dynamics. You do you, booboo.
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It's a strange aspect to give someone pause. Perhaps if this were between royals or amongst some villagers with their own rules and unspoken norms—but he's none of these things. Witchers are outcast for so many reasons that who he chooses to bring to his bed is the furthest item down the list. No one's ever looked twice at him over it. They're too busy staring at his hair, his eyes, his sword. Occasionally the severed monster head he takes upstairs with him.
After a second, he just raises an eyebrow. Amusement lurks around the edges. ] Should I be concerned you equate sharing a bed with attempting a murder?
[ These are two incredibly different choices, Dean. ]
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( He concedes lightly, with Zero worry in his voice. Such is the nature of Winchester — never afraid to admit his flaws. They are in abundance, and easy to joke about.
He still hasn't figured out that sharing a bed means Sharing a Bed. That'll be a revelation for some time later.
He grunts, pushing himself back away from the table. )
On that note, I think I'm gonna go scrub off the near-death experience.
( Welcome to Officially On A Touch Basis; a hand claps down on Geralt's shoulder, and he gives it a nice, testosterone-fueled squeeze and shake, the customary goodbye. )
If you're feelin' froggy later, swing by the bar. If my lung hasn't fallen out of my chest, I'll drink you under the table and teach you how to lose at pool.