[ CLOSED ] head down, hands up

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: April
Where: Cadens; Horizon; Aquila
What: Catch-all, including a road trip with the bestie
Warnings: Blanket for the usual where Witcher canon is concerned



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peter.

[gynvael]

[ The hour's in that strange spot where it's either late into the night or very early in the morning. The only light comes from the lanterns and torches about in the city. Within the stables, not far from where Geralt's found their new home and close enough to Mag's inn, it's almost entirely dark. Rustling comes from inside where he's preparing what little is left for his trip.

It isn't an especially tough job—he's taken something simple, so Jaskier can accompany him—but he readies his gear all the same. He prefers to leave at dawn and in Cadens, where the afternoon sun is sweltering, he especially doesn't like to travel late in the day.

He expects no one out here—so when footsteps catch his attention, or maybe it's merely a steady heartbeat, he pauses. Pats his horse on the neck before he steps out of the stable and peers around the corner. His sleeves are rolled up, a bedroll tucked under one arm. He was not sleeping in the stables, but it's possibly not the most absurd assumption to make given Geralt is...who he is. His hair certainly looks as though he just awoke.

Despite the darkness, Geralt seems to take no time at all to recognize who it is. ] Peter. Late stroll.

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[piqure]

[ cities look entirely different at night than they do during the day. and coming from an unsleeping city and vigilante tendencies that lended themselves better to the deep hours of the night even on school nights, peter's wanderings weren't completely unusual.

it wasn't as though he'd made it terribly far from mag's inn. but it was just another little thing for him to occupy himself with, in a valiant effort of chasing away restlessness or recollection or both. bit by bit, he thinks, if he memorizes the city well enough, he'll be able to navigate it faster. so if anything starts happening, he'll be able to cover more ground. if he hears things happening, he'll know where they are. like listening to a nypd frequency. it was better than exploring the desert ill-prepared, although he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious enough to go back.

he's not exactly expecting anyone else to be out here either, fiddling around with the cuff wanda made him and glancing up between the buildings as if scoping out the best way up. passing by the stable doors and he catches the scuff of a footfall, that crawling thing along his arms and he pivots around to look at — ] Geralt!

[ a smile, a little awkward wave and a shuffle closer. ] — Hi!

I - guess, kind of? What time is it? [ no, the kid still cannot read the stars or sky the way you can, but it is blatantly late.

a longer, drawn out and lightly concerned pause as he takes geralt's appearance in for a second longer. ] Sorry, did I — wake you? [ he's pretty sure he wasn't being that loud. ]

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[gynvael]

[ Cheerful greeting, as ever. He glances at the cuff Peter is fussing with (is that new?) before looking back up at the boy's face. ]

Couple hours until dawn. [ Give or take. Geralt shakes his head, steps back inside the stables, moving as always with the assumption that if someone wants to speak with him, they will follow him to do so. ] I was tacking up Roach.

[ The horse, he means, a sturdy black mare with oddly decorative, tidy braiding in her thick mane and tail. It's clear this is not the handiwork of Geralt, but someone else who's been taking care of her. (Spoiling her, really.) His sword is inside a leather bag that leans against a wall, and there's a pack on the ground beside it. He tucks a sheathed hunting knife into one of her saddlebags—a sense that he's done this a thousand times, that he doesn't need to think about where his things are meant to go.

He does seem to have a habit of bumping into Peter at unexpected places and hours, though. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. He's gathered by now the boy has an infinite amount of curiosity. ] Exploring again?