( 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

Comments

[foundfamilies]

[ There are a lot of things that you can live through that are still things that you shouldn’t have to deal with alone. She might have even said as much if she wasn’t so shaken herself (and so bad at taking her own advice).

Without the word she doesn’t properly understand, she might have smiled just a little at his statement about the apples, even if she certainly doesn’t have the energy to laugh in amusement over it. But with that word, she looks a little puzzled instead. ]

I think they’re supposed to be used in a festival this month as a way to demonstrate overcoming a harsh environment...but it is a very high price for some apples.

[ The wages to pick them had been quite high, but she’s starting to think she might have been overestimating her ability to confront her own nightmares for that. ]

Lady Edelgard will be at the house. I don’t think I’ve seen her sleep anywhere else.

[ She says this casually even though it’s the middle of the day, but that puzzled expression has not left. ...Okay, she has to ask. ]

What do the apples have to do with fucking?

[ She says the swear word without any kind of awkwardness or emphasis. She only vaguely understands that it’s not just an ordinary word, one that she is supposed to ignore, but if Mr. Geralt keeps using it, clearly he is fine with it, right?

Two roads diverge in a yellow wood of the conversation. Do you ask why her Lady would be asleep during the day, or explain the ways of swear words? The latter is the road less travelled by. Or do you just chart a path down both? Find out next time on Geralt’s comment. ]

sorry for the wait!

[gynvael]

[ That it is, in fact, the middle of the day catches his attention for a brief second. And if not for Leslie's puzzled look and the following question, Geralt might've given it more thought.

Instead, he blinks. He shoulders the bag of apples. He's, uh. Never been asked that before. It isn't even to do with Leslie's age; the children he's often been around, they hardly pause over vulgar language. Like the kids by the orphanage. If anything, it's the adults futilely getting them to stop.

Geralt's not about to send Leslie home to Lady Edelgard with brand new vocabulary. He hasn't met her and has no desire to be given shit for corrupting her ward. But, you know. The girl's going to learn at some point. ]

You can't tell me you haven't heard anyone curse around here? [ Has she simply glossed over it this whole time? ] Try not to say it around your lady. She might have my head.