[ He lets her pull him in, settling atop with one hand holding his weight. His eyes catch hers. Her hair's bright pink out here, not the bare hint of blush he'd seen in her memories. He tucks a lock of it behind her ear.
It suits her. All the colour and magic she never had in a decaying world. He wonders how many others no longer wish to return home. Even without Ciri—he's put down roots here he never meant to, grown close to people in a place that he'd once thought temporary.
It was simpler when he was alone. But he can't say he wants to go back to that, either. Having no one at his side. ]
Oh, a lure. [ A small smile tilts his lips. She needn't lure him into anything. Never really had. ] And what lures a Witcher?
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It suits her. All the colour and magic she never had in a decaying world. He wonders how many others no longer wish to return home. Even without Ciri—he's put down roots here he never meant to, grown close to people in a place that he'd once thought temporary.
It was simpler when he was alone. But he can't say he wants to go back to that, either. Having no one at his side. ]
Oh, a lure. [ A small smile tilts his lips. She needn't lure him into anything. Never really had. ] And what lures a Witcher?