( OPEN ) february catch-all

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Jaskier; Yennefer; You
When: February // Feoveuer
Where: Aefenglom
What: A rescue. Not quite from who you'd expect. + other things as they come.
Warnings: Violence, CW related to the current event.

[ starters in comments. plot with me at discontinued! ]

OPEN: post-kidnapping

CLOSED: Jaskier | Yennefer | Jaskier pt. ii | yennefer + myr

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[gynvael]

[ His grunt in reply suggests he won't, but only because he doesn't want to do it right now with Jaskier, specifically. He's already not happy he was caught off guard. The last thing he wanted was for Jaskier to have been hurt because of that.

He wraps some fabric around the burn on his palm and kicks Jaskier's dagger with its silver handle towards him. His eyes in the dark can spot the black spiderweb on the veins of some of the bodies. A spreading infection. He decides not to mention it to Jaskier. He doesn't think Jaskier received enough contact for it to spread. And if the city is too busy with its own problems, which it often is, it might be enough for the gruesome scene to be filed away as the cause of the infected gone mad. A common thing.

Either way, he has little interest in being near the scene when the sun rises. ] Let's go.

[cointosser]

[Much easier to focus on finding his knife. Dagger. Whatever. Ah! There it is.] Thank you. [He wouldn't be losing it tonight. Or ever. It was rare, and irreplaceable. Not the knife itself, really, but that GEralt had gone out of his way to give him a gift.

To keep him alive. A song could so easily be written about the irony, having used it to keep Geralt alive instead.

He wiped it off without looking too hard at it. Thankfully, being a witch hadn't given him night vision.

Jaskier has already made distance between himself and the bodies, and he's eager to get farther. Even if it feels incredibly wrong to simply walk away. Not that he has much sympathy for someone starting a fight with Geralt, but...

He walks to the opening of the alley, looking over to the right, the same path he'd taken as he followed. Something pulls at him. Sharply.]

Geralt. [He frowns.] There's more magic. Feel it?

[Coming closer. Is it more of them? In the distance, there's a footstep that stops abruptly.

Jaskier barely blinks in the time it takes. A portal rips open right beside him, a pair of clawed, scaled hands grabbing him around the middle. They rip him into the portal with blinding, desperate speed, his dagger slipping out of his hand in surprise. It knocks against the cobblestones as the portal closed, snapping shut into nothing.]