[ Sooner or later, when there's a quieter gap, Geralt finds his way to Ciri. It hasn't been easy, exactly, in their emptier home. But they're getting by. He knows, between Julie and Jaskier, that she at least enjoyed her time by the coast. And a cake.
It does stir a warmth inside him every time he sees the medallion resting against her.
He'd taken her on a little trip after he returned as promised. Showed her the desiccated bone hand with its metal plates that Sam's friend is looking into. But since he's leaving soon, once more, he wants to spend some time with her again. That's the only thing—with Jaskier, everyone else, he's used to parting from them. Ciri, he only has memories of searching and searching for her and then he almost never left her side. Ever since Rinwell vanished, then those bursts of memories, he feels—
But that's not why he's come over.
He joins her by the pool table. Dean has explained to him, very roughly and following multiple bottles of liquor, what this is, which means Geralt has an exceptionally limited grasp on how this game is meant to be played. He peers down at the green fabric laid along the wood surface. Picks up one of the smooth shiny balls. ]
I'm told you...sink the balls. [ He is very much saying this like he's quoting the phrase rather than imparting any true knowledge. ] Seems a good way to lose an eye.
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It does stir a warmth inside him every time he sees the medallion resting against her.
He'd taken her on a little trip after he returned as promised. Showed her the desiccated bone hand with its metal plates that Sam's friend is looking into. But since he's leaving soon, once more, he wants to spend some time with her again. That's the only thing—with Jaskier, everyone else, he's used to parting from them. Ciri, he only has memories of searching and searching for her and then he almost never left her side. Ever since Rinwell vanished, then those bursts of memories, he feels—
But that's not why he's come over.
He joins her by the pool table. Dean has explained to him, very roughly and following multiple bottles of liquor, what this is, which means Geralt has an exceptionally limited grasp on how this game is meant to be played. He peers down at the green fabric laid along the wood surface. Picks up one of the smooth shiny balls. ]
I'm told you...sink the balls. [ He is very much saying this like he's quoting the phrase rather than imparting any true knowledge. ] Seems a good way to lose an eye.
[ Why are those rods so. Lengthy. ]