[ Ah. So like mages, essentially. Some things never change.
Geralt is genuinely intrigued by the information he finds, distracted for a moment reading over the pages. He's only stopped learning because he ran out of much more to learn after so many decades. Tossed in this world, he finds himself drawn back into texts, tomes, of other spheres, curiosity pulling him along.
He glances up. Oh? He follows. At first, he thinks Dean is showing him his room. Which would be something on its own. A personal thing he'd understand the significance of. But he sees the wolves (fucking absurd), and.
He shifts, the air around him changing. He knows there are domains he's welcome in. Dean's has been one for some time. This is more. This is not just an invitation to visit. It is a rare thing, still, for doors to be open so readily to him.
For awhile, he's silent. When he finally replies, it's teasing but soft. Acknowledging. ] You don't snore through the walls, do you?
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Geralt is genuinely intrigued by the information he finds, distracted for a moment reading over the pages. He's only stopped learning because he ran out of much more to learn after so many decades. Tossed in this world, he finds himself drawn back into texts, tomes, of other spheres, curiosity pulling him along.
He glances up. Oh? He follows. At first, he thinks Dean is showing him his room. Which would be something on its own. A personal thing he'd understand the significance of. But he sees the wolves (fucking absurd), and.
He shifts, the air around him changing. He knows there are domains he's welcome in. Dean's has been one for some time. This is more. This is not just an invitation to visit. It is a rare thing, still, for doors to be open so readily to him.
For awhile, he's silent. When he finally replies, it's teasing but soft. Acknowledging. ] You don't snore through the walls, do you?