[ 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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[gynvael]

[ Of course he hasn't.

And no, Geralt doesn't. Know, that is, what a seatbelt is or what he's even meant to buckle. He can hear the wheels spin; they do not creak and roll unsteadily as a wagon might, and in that sense, it is more pleasant. In the other sense, it is. Fast. Geralt has gone fast but even the quickest horse can hardly come near.

There's a look Dean will find on Geralt's face. It's the look of a man who is experiencing something beyond his ability to determine how he feels. Give him a few minutes. It reminds him, a little, of when he was still young, still close enough to boys all of them, and they would find an icy slope atop a peak in the Blue Mountains and slide right down. (Someone absolutely cracked their skull once.) Except this is endless, a path that does not stop or slow.

Thrilling is not quite a word Geralt ever uses for himself. But it's clear he isn't not enjoying this, even if the first remark out of his mouth is, ] You humans die far too easily to be in these.

[righteously]

( That earns a full-blown laugh out of him; unfiltered, head thrown back, teeth on display and all. Hard not to — this is his element, his happy place. Behind the wheel of his car, hauling ass down the road with a friend in the passenger's seat and nobody immediately in danger. It feels good. )

Well, you're not wrong about that, brother.

( No argument here. Too many car crashes in the good old US of A to pretend otherwise. He does ease off of the gas, lets them slow down to cruising speed now that he's achieved what he set out to accomplish. Showed off the potential for hauling ass, now it's time to settle into the potential peace.

He can't resist throwing out a petulant remark under his breath, though: )

Never seen a friggin' horse do that, have you? That's a solid neigh.

( Get it

Like

Nay, because

horse )

[gynvael]

[ It's difficult to tell if the road exists or if they're riding along an illusion of one in the Horizon. Might not make a difference in the end. Maybe it's Dean's obvious enjoyment, maybe it's the genuine novelty—all the same, Geralt seems to settle into it, initial apprehension aside.

That play on words absolutely gets a squint from him, though. No comment. ]

Surprised you even learned to ride.

[ The trees wind by as he looks out the window. It's a steadier, smoother motion than the gait of a horse. More than a handful he's met have told him horses are rare in their world, if present at all, that only arriving here did they start to learn. For Geralt, it's difficult to imagine. He can't remember ever not growing up with a horse. ]

[righteously]

Yeah, well.

( He offers up an absent, throw-away shrug. )

You spend enough time in Texas, it's kind of a requirement. Plus, chicks dig it.

( Not that he spent more than a few months in Texas at a time. The more truthful answer here is that he thinks cowboys are fucking awesome. Chicks dig cowboys, but not as much as Dean digs cowboys.

And so it goes for a little while longer, sweeping down rural roads and around the occasional curve — sometimes smooth, sometimes a little too fast, but either way he steers them gently back to the bar eventually.

Congrats, Geralt. You passed the Baby test. Truly an important milestone to overcome. )