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Geralt z Rivii ([personal profile] gynvael) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2021-08-01 07:11 pm

( CLOSED )

Who: Geralt + Jaskier; Sam Wilson; Belle
When: July 25-31; Aug 5-13
Where: The castle // dungeons
What: The aftermath of the Horizon, and questions Geralt would rather not answer.
Warnings: Talk of death; possibly other similarly dark topics


(( closed starters below. if you'd like a starter following up on the Horizon or anything else in between the July event and August arrivals, hit me up at [plurk.com profile] discontinued! ))

sam wilson | jaskier | belle | sam wilson (ii)

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[personal profile] falcony 2021-08-02 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there is a general sense of the castle once they return from the horizon. experiences shared without the intent behind them have left many of the people, both honored guests and those still kept down the dungeons, feeling a bit exposed. sam does what he can to check in on those he saw in the horizon, if only because he doesn't - necessarily - feel the same way. yes, seeing his home back in delacroix and not being able to remember sarah, or aj, or cas, feels a bit like a rib has been ripped out of his chest. but what he does remember most of the time there, or even the time in the city as captain america, hadn't been invasive.

granted, his list of people to check in on has grown exponentially, and he's already found that initial discussion of 'we haven't actually met but i remember you coming over for gumbo' to be more awkward than it had any right to be. if anything, it makes the time he takes away to go down to see geralt all the more...what? easy? casual? he did not meet geralt without memories, did not slip into a close, but not actually, space with him under the guise of magically-induced intimacy. it feels a bit like a weight's been lifted from his shoulders, and as he makes it down into the stone hall, and hears the sigh and the comment from geralt, it pulls a kind of smile from him. one that he doesn't have to put up a front for, in some ways. ]


Good thing I wasn't going to ask. [ he looks over to the guard who he'd checked in with, before coming down here. nods, once - geralt probably recognizes it for how the process goes when the 'honored guests' are allowed to chaperone one of the imprisoned. it's not the first time sam has done this with geralt, specifically, either. ] You up for a walk? [ see? he doesn't even outwardly ask about the leg. he's learning (kind of) ]
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[personal profile] falcony 2021-08-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe it has to do with the fact that when it came to dirty laundry, or anything that either of them wouldn't want scene, they got that out of the way much earlier - images tossed up on stone walls, memories - relived - over and over. honestly, sam doesn't have a whole lot in terms of secrets he doesn't want people stomping over that hadn't ben forcefully pulled from him in those tunnels. so maybe that's why, even after the horizon, he really doesn't mind the effect it's left behind. but he is aware that isn't how most everyone else saw it, and he's sure geralt's used up all his socializing with the general public without realizing why.

and honestly - as sam stands in front of geralt's cell, in the moments before geralt agrees to come - it doesn't feel all that different. or- more so- it almost feels more the same, more comfortable, than before. but underneath all of it is still that underlying sense of...something. something sam hasn't worked out yet. but he's getting there. and part of him wonders, as geralt gets up and joins him on the walk, if there isn't anything geralt wants to say in return. he doesn't hold his breath, if only because after the horizon, sam's a bit exhausted of his 'getting people to open up about feelings they don't normally want to talk about' scale.

he snorts at geralt's comment, taking them down the main hall and towards the front entrance. ]
Not sure I'd call it exciting, but I want out of this castle, so- hope you're down for some fresh air. [ sam would prefer to make it fully off the castle grounds, if only because something about ambrose's expression when they returned home didn't sit well with him, but he isn't sure if he's really in a place to push his luck. not with how many trips he's been making down to the dungeon. so...castle grounds and gardens and maybe a bit of forest it is.

it's as they're walking, though, that sam's attention is going to shift to geralt's leg. it might not be outright staring, but there are enough glances to let the other know sam is checking the other's gait, to see how much he's still limping, how bad it still looks. sam tries his best, but they barely make it out the door before he finally gives up on holding back and asks- ]


Your leg wasn't bothering you in the Horizon, was it? [ it's an observation more than a question, and sam exhales. ] But it's back to being messed up now?
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[personal profile] falcony 2021-08-05 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sam appreciates, in a weird way, that at least geralt isn't pretending around him anymore. not that geralt really 'pretended' in the first place, but sam notes that he's not hiding the leg, and the pain it's giving him. still giving him. sam nods, more to himself than anything, as he comes to a slow stop out in the grasses. they're far enough away from the main castle, probably hidden by a couple of trees, maybe a bush. either wait, it's secluded enough that sam feels safe to ask. ]

Did you ever hear what the crystals were for? That they sent us in to grab weeks ago?

[ he knows he hasn't been talking to geralt about them - if anything, he feels a bit like most of them have tried to forget the massive amounts of trauma bonding that they went through. but sam's been doing a bit of his own digging, talking with a few other people - guests, of course, because as the days have gone on his trust for the people of thorne has withered.

but god - a thought strikes him then. mixed up in all of that. has it really been weeks? sam almost curses at the idea of it, momentarily distracted by the idea that they've been here for, actually, about two months. that he doesn't know what is happening back home, what sarah and the boys must be thinking. but that tidal wave is something to unpack for another day, and if geralt gives him any kind of look, sam is simply going to shrug. ]


I got curious and asked around. They had to be important if they went through all that trouble, you know?

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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-08-02 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[It is a terrible thing, he thinks, that even a bard as magnanimous in his words and talented in his verses as he could not really describe what the Horizon is, what it has done to him... or what it feels like to return from it. Perhaps he may ask Hector (now he remembers his name) about it. If he knows if this is akin to returning from the dead.

Feels like it. Ugh.

For once, Jaskier doesn't really want to... well. Talk. And he's quite certain many of the people he met do not wish to talk to him. (They will. Eventually.) It only makes sense that the first person he goes to is someone that, even in that liminal space, he trusted blindly. At least that doesn't bring up any sort of mixed feelings or minor existential crises. Despite being an absolute bastard sometimes, and stinky to boot, Geralt is his friend. On the Continent, in this world, and apparently in the next.

Jaskier sours at the thought. He knows Geralt would never agree.

So he doesn't even bring it up at first. He gathers Geralt from the cells (somehow surprised to see they are allowed out still) with the excuse of transporting tomes back and forth from his room to the library.

Only when they sit down and he's dragged his fingers through messy hair (certainly messy for Jaskier) that he sighs and breaths in and speaks.

Tries. He sort of cracks out a sound that's a bit of a wheeze.

It's a lot. All of this magic shit. Speaking of. Jaskier flicks a few fingers and, though it certainly isn't creating caravans and fake people and bottles of wine -- gods, he misses the wine -- it does create a little blue bird that hops over the books, pecks at Geralt's hand, and flies off to act as sentry on top of their bookish wall.

Easy questions first.]


You do remember all of it, don't you?
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-08-02 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. A single syllable that tells him a lot. Oh boy. This. This is shit. Not that it isn't utterly delightful to learn more about one's friends, but not in this way. Not in way that -- Jaskier himself feels as if he's been throttled about in his skull.

He was right to be afraid of the powers here. That someone can step into their minds so easily -- take away everything that made him him. He had not been afraid of not knowing himself in that place, and yet now the memory of that feeling was enough to freeze his blood.

This must be worse for someone like Geralt, he thinks, who shares so little of himself. And yet. And yet most distinctly does Jaskier remember that Geralt was...

He was happy. Well. Happier. Without memories.

For a while. It was the two of them, meeting every spring, and the small gifts Jaskier would bring for a girl whose face he could not recall, even now. But he could remember the physicality: the flower crowns, or the jugs of mountain water, or the handful of tiny dragon teeth. And he could leave, knowing she was protected and Geralt wasn't alone.

Gods. How obvious it is now. Why Jaskier always traveled with the White Wolf.]


It doesn't mean anything. [He glances across the tomes to watch Geralt's face, having also wasted far too much time on the same page. And, so far, he can find no information about the Horizon.] That she was there. It doesn't mean she's not still on the Continent.

[It feels hollow as he says it. His words don't mean anything, really, either. He can guess -- quite accurately -- what Geralt believes now. Why the girl faded and he was left alone.]
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[personal profile] cointosser 2021-08-03 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The answer is about what he expects. He pushes the tome off of his lap with a sigh, sitting back in his chair. It creaks ominously under the shift, which certainly suits the mood. The only thing to make the air even sweeter is if the bloody thing collapses underneath him. Perhaps it's cursed against Suns.

He can't say what makes it come to his mind. Well, it may not be that strange. That the Horizon has tempered him in some way. Do you think it's foolish? Sam's cool, easy voice. The simplicity of the question. It had not been a judgement, either way.]


Call me an idiot, then. You always do. I choose not to believe that way, whether it's true or not. [His bird chirped, hopping down to land on his head, pecking at bits of his hair and tugging at them. It, predictably, was true. It was only... it was Destiny, and why would Destiny have brought them together if only to rend them apart in the stupidest way possible? One has to believe in something. Why not the same force he believes brought them here together?

He flicks his fingers, crafting a second bird. Ah. All that time training, and look what he can do now. Nothing, in particular, helpful.

Oh, gods. Did the Horizon somehow make an optimist of him?]
Well, my threatening friend, did you come up with anything? You're still a prisoner, and my pleas are not making a difference. And now Ambrose has confirmed that which was only a hypothesis before. Who's to say he won't make the rest of us prisoners soon enough?

[Nope. Not fully an optimist.]

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[personal profile] dreamtofheroics 2021-08-08 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Not exactly.

[ not someone specific. the truth is that Belle is always looking to do what she can down here. it worries her (it should worry all of them) that so many prisoners are still in cells, and Thorne's treatment of them will never sit right with her. she'll never understand how they could expect to achieve anything like this, especially when the last time she was brought into a world and imprisoned, it was intended as an act of revenge.

Thorne claims to need them and still treats them this way.

she doesn't mean to linger when she catches sight of Geralt. he's unfamiliar in the sense that they haven't spoken before, but there's something oddly familiar about him, too. a description of a man who her roommate genuinely worries for, someone he's known for a long time.]


I was looking to help, if I could. But you - [ she isn't sure how to explain it, so she just smiles warmly - as if she's greeting an old friend. anyone who is important to Jaskier is someone she'd like to extend her friendship to as well.] You're from the same world as Jaskier, aren't you?

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[personal profile] dreamtofheroics 2021-08-10 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I'm one of his roommates. [ a word that still feels strange to her (she's never had a roommate until now, never even a cellmate), especially down here. she's tried to sort out what this kingdom could be thinking, leaving so many of the summoned in the dungeon, but in the end, it's not the kind of decision that Belle wants to be able understand.

but while she empathized at first, it's quickly escalated into all of their choices being questionable.]


I wish you weren't down here, but I am glad to finally meet you. [ if she can't change the circumstances, she'll just take all of this one moment at a time. the more they learn about each other, the easier it'll be for them to look out for their little group.

and yes, that means she thinks she ought to look out for Jaskier and Geralt, too. protecting someone isn't always a matter of size and strength.]
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[personal profile] dreamtofheroics 2021-08-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ a roof under these circumstances isn't anything more than a cage, but she keeps that thought to herself. it takes strength to reach some kind of tolerance for all of this. if he's found it, she doesn't want to make things worse.]

Well I had hoped to come see you after we spoke about you, but that was just before our time in the Horizon. [ forgetting who she was had prevented her from making a trip down to see him. not to mention how their time there had complicated things for all of them, Belle included.] Jaskier did seem hesitant to talk about you at first.

[ she adds that because she thinks she ought to, since Geralt seems used to Jaskier and his stories, and she did initiate the original conversation hoping that having someone to talk to would be a comfort to him at the time.]

Once he found out I've been trying to help people down here, he told me about you.

[she shrugs, though her gaze doesn't leave him.]

I was imprisoned by an evil queen back in the Enchanted Forest. I don't want any of you to think that you're in this alone.

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sam + geralt pt2.

[personal profile] falcony 2021-08-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a few days later that sam is heading back down into the dungeons. he's been busy, what with all the new additions arriving through ambrose's little recruitment exercise, and all the added drama that had caused. sam is still trying to wrap his head around peter parker and what that is all supposed to mean, but it's fine. it's been fine. he feels a little guilty for not coming down and seeing geralt before then, but he can only imagine how it's been down in the cells as well.

it eats away at him, how many more there are now. how many more are down here and shouldn't be. he knows they're still working away on the top level, that he and phoenix and the others have been trying to get as many out as possible. but it's not moving fast enough, none of it is, and it least sam feeling somehow both guilty and also restless.

he's a little lost in thought down that path of things to worry about when he thinks...well. he swears he hears jaskier, calling something just up ahead. and when he closes the last however much of the hallway to geralt's cell, he's now 99% sure jaskier is there, right around the corner, talking to...someone else? ]


Uh. [ sam looks down the pathway and then back to geralt, who is already standing near the door. ] Was that Jaskier? Is something happening? [ a pause, while sam tries to get a better look and finds he can't see anything from where he's standing. not enough of anything, at least. ] If now's a bad time I can come back...
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[personal profile] falcony 2021-08-19 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ sam is...entirely unsure of what is happening. he can still hear what he is not convinced is definitely jaskier, speaking to someone off around the corner. but it's the image geralt shows him, with his head tilted back and an expression of complicated exhaustion, that has sam's attention.

and when he asks - well. yes. that is just about the first thing geralt's asked of him, isn't it? his eyes widen a bit at the request. ]


Wha-? Oh. Yeah. For sure. [ sam goes about whatever method it is that he's taken geralt out time and time again, whether it's a key he himself carries or the guard who has to step in. either way, when the door is open, sam will step back to give room to geralt, curiously looking down the hall one last time before his eyes move back to the other man. what is happening? and what could it be to possibly make geralt want to get out of here so badly? will geralt even tell him? sam wonders, briefly, and then realizes that while his curiosity is through the roof, he doesn't need to know if the other man doesn't want to explain.

content with that line of thought for himself, sam gestures back up the stairs. ]


C'mon, let's get out of here.
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[personal profile] falcony 2021-08-20 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there is a half of a second where sam, too, is worried they’ll be denied. it’s impossible to ignore the tension that has been rising among the people down here, impossible to ignore the violence bubbling under the surface of the guards. sam hates how familiar it feels, how he knows what those eyes look like. he needs to get these people out of here before something happens that he can’t stop…

but for now - he’s down to see geralt. or, perhaps, he might have been down for mal. for peter. but at that look from geralt, any other plans are gone, and sam is relieved when the guard finally steps forward and unlocks the door. the reason this time around is something about a job, some kind of physical labor - he’s found that tends to get the guards to agree faster, more often. labor makes sense, no matter if they know geralt or not.

sam chats, because that’s what they generally do. they walk, sometimes sit, sam will give geralt any update he’s heard around the castle or any gossip he’s had come his way. geralt generally listens, makes noises in agreement or dissent, and then they go on. the only difference now, and it only takes sam a few moments to realize geralt is listening at all.

part of him gets it, whatever happened down there must have been disruptive, and he wants to ask but…he will wait. see if it’s something geralt wants to talk about. so sam just keeps going without any real meaning. ]


And then Jaskier and I just went wild across town. Did you know he can make flying pigs now? We named one after you, handsome guy-

[ sam is just being ridiculous, of course, but he’s curious the limit to what geralt can actually hear.

and then the other interrupts, and any of sam’s earlier joking settles. a girl. ]


Cirilla, right? Yeah. I remember. [ sam remembers her playing in his home. laughing with his nephews. skipping across the field at geralt’s mountaintop. sam feels himself frown, because he remembers the warmth around that shadow of a memory, the fondness from geralt at every moment with her. none of that is here, now, with him, and that worries sam.

and then there’s that, and sam feels himself slow to a stop. eyes on geralt, brow furrowed in confusion. ]
She is? [ that should be good, right? why does geralt look like he does? ] Welcomed, or…?

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