[ CLOSED ] so hold your fire

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: August
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Catch-all for the month
Warnings: Drawing blood, medical talk, talk of experiments, headbanging, moglad



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[righteously]

He remembers fondly those few fleeting seconds where he felt slightly more relaxed. Those were good seconds, they lasted for an Amount of Time. They sure are gone now, as Geralt (fairly) asserts that he owes her nothing and Jo (stubbornly, like every hunter would) lays down her flat strike one.

Somewhere in the distance (or maybe just in the background of his mind), not for the first time this week and surely not for the last, Simon & Garfunkel begins to play.

Ah, yes. He's familiar with this sense of futility.

Like this is the world's most morbid drinking game, he downs his glass. He's played his whole hand here, he's got nothing to contribute to bridge this gap between the two of them.

He fills his glass again, slides the bottle Jo's direction, and waits for the return-fire.

[gynvael]

A half-second before Jo begins to turn away, Geralt is sliding off the stool. It's less to do with outstaying his welcome—that ship sailed and sunk twenty minutes ago—and more about the fact that he has neither anything more he wishes to say nor wishes to hear.

Mostly the latter. When he's done, he's done.

Besides. Something tells him Dean has several conversations he needs to have with his...friend. Geralt is well aware he is only one contributing factor to what's at play here.

He leaves without comment—without much of anything at all. The only parting gesture he gives is a brief nod at Dean before he simply walks out the door.