( OPEN ) just a pinch of salt in the wound; you'll be fine

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Victims You
When: August // Aguril
Where: Various
What: Full moon feral shenanigans; events/quests later down the line
Warnings: Violence

[ prompts in comments. find me at discontinued for plotting. ]

OPEN: feral wolf | post full moon | basement bonanza curses

CLOSED: feral wolf: jaskier+yennefer | antler fruit: jaskier

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[gynvael]

[ There's a slight tilt to his lips as she echoes the word back at him. Always. Impermanence is something he's used to. People don't stay; neither does much else. He can admit, though, that Yennefer has been one of the few constants.

The wish, no doubt. If he were to ask her. Which he doesn't. He's not here to pick at that scar. He lets her toy with his hair instead, his gaze just as soft. It's more than he usually allows anyone to see. ]

I've been told I brighten up places. [ He starts to walk alongside her, following her through the market stalls. If she's shopping, he doesn't mind accompanying her. (He'd follow her anywhere, an afternoon market or into a demon pit itself, but that's beside the point.) ]

[chaoticbeauty]

Oh, have you?

[ The Wish was never something she truly ever wanted to discuss, but it also came up enough that pointedly not bringing it up right now seemed like the wisest choice. At least while it remained that way -- a topic choice.

They begin moving and she's uncertain how long she'll have the company, but offers no complaints. There's no secret shopping she intends to do, more gathering a few things here and there -- items to begin planting in her garden if she truly intended on buying into the idea of staying here in a weakened state for a long time. She stops at another stand, an assortment of seeds and newly started plants greeting them. ]

You know, when you promised me a plant as a housewarming gift... this wasn't what I had in mind.

[ Though, it's effective. She couldn't imagine getting into a fight with him whilst he had flowers in his hair. That'll change, however. Eventually. ]

[gynvael]

[ His lips curl faintly. He has been told, with extreme sarcasm and without a hint of sincerity. ]

Mm. I'm low maintenance. [ He peers over her shoulder at the seeds, too, ignoring the way the shopkeeper is eyeing him with deep suspicion -- as if the man is torn between telling him to leave his wares alone or allowing him to linger because his companion is a much more welcome customer.

While she browses, he holds out a hand, offering to hold anything she has that might get in her way. It isn't his default state to be... (a gentleman is the term here and not one Geralt is willing to acknowledge). But some of it exists in there, somewhere, usually called forth around Yennefer. ]

[chaoticbeauty]

[ Technically, that’s true. He’s low maintenance and self-sufficient, but there’s always another side to it. Especially when they’re together. Yennefer ignores the shopkeeper’s looks with practiced grace, making a mental note to limit what she buys due to the not so warm reception. In a city where magic and monsters are commonplace, she can’t help but hold judgment against someone who holds judgment first.

He holds out his hands and she can’t resist the temptation, even if it’s unnecessary. A small bag of herbs and her coin purse, after removing a few coins for the seeds, find their way into his hand so she can pick up some of the packets and examine them more closely. ]

I think I have a few places I’d prefer to keep you than the garden.

[gynvael]

[ Out of curiosity, Geralt sniffs the bag of herbs. Some plants he recognizes in this world; there're a handful he doesn't.

Not that he can throw back his old potions the same way. He hasn't tested, exactly, but he's decided that's one thing not worth the risk of finding out. ]

That so? [ Her coin purse is far more elegant that the worn leather pouches Geralt tends to stuff inside his bags and pockets, so he ends up carrying it in his hand altogether. ] You should show me precisely where.

[chaoticbeauty]

[ Slowly, slowly she’s been collecting seeds and starters for her own garden, looking to accumulate a variety of supplies to use as needed rather than having to scramble or hunt for herbs.

An eyebrow arches at the offer, immediately no longer interested in the starting process of collecting bits and pieces as she comes across them. The few coins she had in hand are passed over to the shopkeeper, picking up a few other packets of seeds that she’d technically just paid for. Even if she’s not fully paying attention to exactly what she grabbed before her attention is fully on Geralt. ]

My day just freed up, so if you have time, I’d be happy to give you a full tour.

[gynvael]

[ He's known her long enough he can sense the exact moment he's caught her attention. A faint smile lifts his lips. He's already gotten to know her garden, but he won't turn down another chance to tour it.

A very personal tour. ]

I might have some hours to spare.

[ Simple as that, he changes course with her towards the market's exit. She can enjoy the flowers sprouting on him in full back at her cottage. ]