january catch-all

[ushiri]

Who: "Kyle" and folks
When: January
Where: Thorne, Horizon, Borrel for the quest later
What: Pre-planned threads and a few open starts tbd
Warnings: General warnings for this character. Will add anything specific as becomes necessary!

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[gynvael]

[ Geralt hums, thoughtful. ] We all seek a purpose.

[ His was with the way of a Witcher, and then Ciri. Does he believe in Destiny? Yes and no. Depends on what one means by the question. But it hasn't anything to do with the path he's carved for himself. That lies with his daughter.

He glances over. For a moment, he's silent. No. He imagines men with true conviction rarely feel the need to preach. ]

My mother believed. [ He looks away again. ] Said Destiny told her to leave her son to the Witchers.

[ And maybe she was right. He doesn't know. Mostly, he tries not to think about it. There's little that can be changed, whatever the reason. He will never find more answers from Visenna that will satisfy him. She was right about that, if nothing else. ]

[ushiri]

[ With their handful of conversations he's learned to wait through Geralt's silences. It's not that the man is slow, far from it. Few men take as much care with there words.

Geralt had mentioned his mother last time they spoke. A witch, no - sorceress was the word he used. There are so many words for men and women who practice magic, he doesn't know whether or not they signify anything specific or if they are simply all names for the same thing.

Destiny. Another odd word to him in that context.

He nods, then ventures: ]

Do you remember her very much?

[ His mother. ]

[gynvael]

[ Even those who don't profess to pray will believe in some force of Destiny. Perhaps the real question for him is not what he believes, but what he's decided it could mean for him, for Ciri. He hasn't got an answer yet.

He shakes his head. ] It was some time ago. Might've dreamed her once.

[ He shrugs, as if this is something that just happens. He's called it a dream, but he doesn't know. Dying makes for poor recollections of what may or may not be real. An experience he prefers not to reflect on too much. ]

I'm not sure it's worth remembering. [ He's not that boy any longer, and Visenna was never a part of the life he grew into afterwards. He thinks Kyle might understand what he means when he adds, ] Someone else's life.

[ushiri]

[ At that last part he lets out a light huff, tipping his head slightly. He's only just had two versions of this same conversation, he realizes belatedly as Geralt explains. One with Wanda, and one with Julie - both of them around his stupid hole, to great irony.

Someone else's life. He does understand. Still, there's something that remains, whether you want it or not. ]

Blood is stronger than memory. But I'm glad you have a place like this.

[ And found it worth keeping. ]

[gynvael]

[ Perhaps. Love and blood, as they say.

He nods. He is, too. After a beat, he gestures at the stairs which lead up and out. Kyle didn't intend to visit. He won't keep a man from expanding his...

Hole. ]

Come when you like. Just, [ his lips twitch, ] use the front door.

[ushiri]

[ He grins widely just from that little twitch of Geralt's lips. ]

I'll try my best.

[ But he has never needed doors. Or stairs. With a clandestine look that's ruined by his wide grin, both Kahlil and Rousma vanish from the space. ]