[ His lips quirk. Though it is not a fact he will ever note out loud, Dean has learned a good portion about him in a far shorter amount of time than most. And a reason for that is the precise lack of sensitivity—the kind of dry flippancy that's common among his own. When they start to argue about how many pints of blood they lost, as though it's a competition. ]
That one. [ Apt description. Geralt raises an eyebrow as Dean shoves a sizeable chunk of bread into his mouth. Otherwise makes no comment. Table manners hardly grace these walls. ] It isn't a language. You've seen me use them.
[ He just didn't explain what they were. He does now, in a fashion—reaching over to light the candles on the table, not unlike how he'd lit Dean's torch that day in the desert.
Magic, effectively. Chaos. To him, there's a difference between the Signs of a Witcher and the magic of a mage. The source is the same, but theirs is not meant to be relied upon. Supplementary—a tool, among their many. ]
no subject
That one. [ Apt description. Geralt raises an eyebrow as Dean shoves a sizeable chunk of bread into his mouth. Otherwise makes no comment. Table manners hardly grace these walls. ] It isn't a language. You've seen me use them.
[ He just didn't explain what they were. He does now, in a fashion—reaching over to light the candles on the table, not unlike how he'd lit Dean's torch that day in the desert.
Magic, effectively. Chaos. To him, there's a difference between the Signs of a Witcher and the magic of a mage. The source is the same, but theirs is not meant to be relied upon. Supplementary—a tool, among their many. ]