( One second there's darkness, the next there's light — and a hand gripping his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, yanking him out of not-hell. He stumbles a little. Presses one hand to the wall to regain his balance, and then levels Geralt with a look. Knowing, imploring, and confused all at once. He doesn't have to say it, his expression reads it clearly enough: the fuck? For a long moment they just look at each other, stuck in an impossible understanding they shouldn't share but nevertheless do.
Geralt's the one that breaks the moment, shattering the standstill and propelling time back into motion again by striding off toward the stairs Dean's only just noticed. )
What the hell was that?
( He's following Geralt up the stairs in lock-step, practically right at his heels. Before Geralt can answer, they're stepping through into halls that are by now familiar enough for Dean to instantly recognize.
This is Kaer Morhen. This is Geralt's domain. This isn't a Singularity thing, it isn't a memory thing, it's a room in Geralt's god damn domain. He overwrites his last question with a new one, a demand two shades from accusatory. )
Why is that here?
( He'll have a softer touch once he bounces back, just give him a second or two to get over it. After all, doesn't have a lot of room to judge — it's not like he doesn't have a little scrap of purgatory hidden in the depths of his own domain, unacknowledged. )
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Geralt's the one that breaks the moment, shattering the standstill and propelling time back into motion again by striding off toward the stairs Dean's only just noticed. )
What the hell was that?
( He's following Geralt up the stairs in lock-step, practically right at his heels. Before Geralt can answer, they're stepping through into halls that are by now familiar enough for Dean to instantly recognize.
This is Kaer Morhen. This is Geralt's domain. This isn't a Singularity thing, it isn't a memory thing, it's a room in Geralt's god damn domain. He overwrites his last question with a new one, a demand two shades from accusatory. )
Why is that here?
( He'll have a softer touch once he bounces back, just give him a second or two to get over it. After all, doesn't have a lot of room to judge — it's not like he doesn't have a little scrap of purgatory hidden in the depths of his own domain, unacknowledged. )