( OPEN ) cold ground got a hold on me

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Jaskier, Yennefer; You
When: September // Septeril
Where: Aefenglom
What: Full moon + events/quests later
Warnings: Body horror

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

OPEN: quests + wildcard

CLOSED: full moon | wish break

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[usurpers]

[ it’s like they could still see it all, no? still feel it. smell it even when it was no where close to ghosting their senses, not any longer, but such was what a memory could do, sometimes even worse with less magic interfering. he’s settled as much of himself as he could in such a short time— holding his breath until it stilled or keeping his wings where they could rest all helped, ruffling them to spare the pause after the question. ]

Better than what we saw.

[ better than the witchers sprawled across stone block floors and hideous giants trampling those that still looked alive. he’s better than any of that and any of the people in it and that, in itself, was sickening.

in fact, there’s only one thing that he thinks he could consider easing off the tension, and breathed out with the beginnings of an exhale as he raises his frame and tries to relax his posture: ]

Think I just need a drink.

[gynvael]

[ That statement may be true, technically. But it's a damn low bar. Geralt doesn't question it further. He's not interested in talking about his own vision which means he's not about to push a conversation about someone else's. When Eren suggests a drink, it seems they're on the same page. ]

Can't argue there.

[ He stops only to turn in the apples he's gathered -- because after the bullshit with the moths, like hell he's not taking what he's owed -- before heading back into the city proper. The sooner they leave the orchard behind, the better. ]

Could use a warning before you lick a man, by the way. [ You know. A tip, if one felt the extreme urge to lick strangers. ] Courtesy.

[usurpers]

[ he’s always going to feel like a low bar piece of shit so might as well not care about him, yes??? yes. ]

I thought my smell was enough. [ of a warning? no, he’s just being a little prick for their flat humor exchange. but seriously, in the end: ] A mug’s on me, though.

[ not just for licking him, mind you. ]

[gynvael]

[ Eren gets a look for the comment, but the offer seems to sit with him just fine. The dragon doesn't ask about his part of the vision; in return, Geralt extends the same as they head towards the nearest tavern.

He keeps one apple with him from the batch and takes a bite as they walk. Feels like he should've charged more for the job. Hazard pay. ]

You didn't know the other me well, did you? [ Just in case. He's made it a point to avoid people who knew him without knowing him. ]

[usurpers]

[ the apple smells delightful, by the way, eren’s tongue is an invading menace, and luckily he isn’t close enough to geralt for him to feel any uninvited licks. it does, however, seem to be floating towards the bitten fruit’s direction.

he isn’t actually hungry, at the moment, but its a sweet taste to cling on rather than the scent of moths. ]

I’d say so. I’ve only seen him a few times and helped build a house together.

[ that had been the day they spoke most, the origin of witchers. aefenglom is full of taverns anywhere close to the bright wall or beyond, so any amount of walking would lead them to luck.

curious as he was to ask, perhaps he would’ve with the other version of this man. this one, this one’s a stranger. perhaps after a few drinks or ten, if he were willing. ]

The only thing I know about you are what Witchers are. [ there’s a roll of his shoulder and even a flick of his ear when he hears the crunch of geralt’s apple. ] Might as well still be a stranger.

[ that he doesn’t mind buying a drink for. in fact, he doesn’t even mind his pay when it came to the apple picking. he sheds money. ]

[gynvael]

[ After a couple times Eren's tongue flickers towards his apple, Geralt opts to just ignore it. Mostly. There's the occasional side-eye from him.

Wait, a house? Is that what his previous persona did? Build houses? Save children and entire fucking cities? Everyone who's told him they're the same person, he believes less and less.

At least Eren deems him a stranger. He'll take it. ]

Good. [ He pushes open the door into the first tavern that seems decent enough. At least like they might serve something other than beer drowned in muddy lake water. ] I've had my share of folks claiming to know me.