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middaeg2019-12-04 10:25 pm
trouvaille) wrote in middaeg2019-12-04 10:25 pm
a woman like that is misunderstood.
Who: Geralt + Gwenaëlle.
When: Deceuer, now...ish.
Where: Their home.
What: Everyone here is great at feeling their feelings. Also, domesticity.
Warnings: Stay tuned.
( gwen isn't a vulture.
she doesn't immediately swoop in with a clipboard and a list of market values once it becomes clear that lambert is actually gone, and not just...whatever the lambert-specific alternatives might have been. they didn't know each other well enough for her to have a list of possibilities, which now she dimly regrets; she liked him fine, the little she did know him, and there's something that unsettles her about the absence of sentiment. the way that geralt had talked about being on his own, in a house that he shares. gwen's belgravia apartment had been a new departure from a life primarily lived out of the homes of her extended family, and even then she'd not been far from them. she's never been on her own like this, either.
it's not that she particularly misses lambert, it's just that it sits poorly with her to meet his absence with a shrug. like she might be gone one day, and not be missed. it's a sobering reminder that stronger connections aren't going to accidentally fall into her lap and she might actually have to reach out to forge them, that she should, but because she's the way that she is all she ends up doing with that thought is— )
Hey, do you want to help me value Lambert's furniture? And then I'm going to cook.
( after what she deems a suitably sensitive interval. )
When: Deceuer, now...ish.
Where: Their home.
What: Everyone here is great at feeling their feelings. Also, domesticity.
Warnings: Stay tuned.
( gwen isn't a vulture.
she doesn't immediately swoop in with a clipboard and a list of market values once it becomes clear that lambert is actually gone, and not just...whatever the lambert-specific alternatives might have been. they didn't know each other well enough for her to have a list of possibilities, which now she dimly regrets; she liked him fine, the little she did know him, and there's something that unsettles her about the absence of sentiment. the way that geralt had talked about being on his own, in a house that he shares. gwen's belgravia apartment had been a new departure from a life primarily lived out of the homes of her extended family, and even then she'd not been far from them. she's never been on her own like this, either.
it's not that she particularly misses lambert, it's just that it sits poorly with her to meet his absence with a shrug. like she might be gone one day, and not be missed. it's a sobering reminder that stronger connections aren't going to accidentally fall into her lap and she might actually have to reach out to forge them, that she should, but because she's the way that she is all she ends up doing with that thought is— )
Hey, do you want to help me value Lambert's furniture? And then I'm going to cook.
( after what she deems a suitably sensitive interval. )
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[ The most senior among them have lived here less than a year, and if anyone has settled in and become heeled enough to have their own bedroom set they're not willing to part with, they're not going to be looking to move in here. Most likely they'll have to snag someone trying to get out of the barracks or, like Gwen, someone wandering around half-traumatized who will just neglect to leave.
Geralt pulls open a drawer, and begins sorting. Most of it's junk. Lambert's too short for him to recycle clothes, and he had bad taste with collectibles. A pause, and. ]
Fuck. [ Though that doesn't sound positive. Geralt looks around, abusing his witcher senses until he's prompted to go reach under the bed. ] He'll have left his gwent cards.
[ GERALT'S NOW, SUCKER. ]
no subject
she wonders what leaving aefenglom means for the ways that they've changed. if lambert is still what he became, somewhere and somewhen else now. if she will be, if she goes home. huh.
—she looks up from her list of furnishings when geralt swears, and she can't seem to quite decide whether or not she's allowed to laugh when he surfaces with a deck of cards. )
What's gwent?