Geralt isn't in the room when the ceiling splinters. Not quite. He's inside her expansive closet—a room of its own—still grasping at what little there is. The crash, the scream, sends him running out. He winces as music blares. Is she—
The bed fractures before he can reach her in time. ]
Julie. [ He lands beside her. His questions lag behind, not yet caught up. Not where the fuck she came from, where she's been, what happened.
No. The only thought on his mind is that she's back. All else drowns beneath that. He wraps his arms around her if she'll let him, a growing tightness in his chest. ]
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Geralt isn't in the room when the ceiling splinters. Not quite. He's inside her expansive closet—a room of its own—still grasping at what little there is. The crash, the scream, sends him running out. He winces as music blares. Is she—
The bed fractures before he can reach her in time. ]
Julie. [ He lands beside her. His questions lag behind, not yet caught up. Not where the fuck she came from, where she's been, what happened.
No. The only thought on his mind is that she's back. All else drowns beneath that. He wraps his arms around her if she'll let him, a growing tightness in his chest. ]