Geralt is nearby, because he can’t be too far from it because of the chain.
“Say, that doesn’t hurt or burn or anything, does it? The chain’s dense but I’m not sure if that’d be enough exactly.”
“I don’t feel anything but the chain against my skin, and the chain just feels as cold as always. It’s strange.”
“Okay. I’m nearly done. Just need to finish the edge, but I’m sure you can whet it yourself.”
“If I remember correctly I will, thank you for this, though I lack the blade will stay intact, based on what must have broken it last time.”
“Oh by the way, what caused that?”
“I… was fighting something, something old and powerful, I can’t remember what.”
“Well if I see it, I’ll smack it up properly.” She lifts the blade up and hands it back to Geralt. “Should be good as new, hopefully…”
He takes the blade, which begins to glow red hot as the metal attaches to the broken parts truly, somehow returning to the blade it once was, and with it, memories into Geralt’s mind.
“So is it as you hoped?”
He puts the blade to his side, shattering the next metal with his knee “Yeah we can’t have that coming here.” He looks seriously concerned.
She watches, very concerned. “Can’t be THAT bad, right…?”
“It knew where I was the moment the sword was fixed. I don’t want this town off the map permanently.”
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
He lays down on the bed, putting his wet shirt to the side “Nope, that happens with more time going. It’ll stop eventually.”
She takes the shell, hugging them back despite her shyness.
He nods “Okay… I’ll go to bed with you.” He says, looking to them.
He doesn’t resist against the tether, rather just standing next to his wife, not willing to risk hurting her when hurting himself, clinging to her tightly “Sorry.”
"Ahh, 'kay." he tosses his bag into a corner and crawls into bed with a lit blunt.
"Thank you so much, Alta." She says, patting her stomach "That shell comes from Der Waussen... He gave it to us as a symbol of protection. So, hold on to it.
"Yeah, good idea, babe." She drags him to their room and into bed.
She rubs his back up and down, sighing. She weights noticeably less. "You're stressing me out, pup..."
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“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
"How did you not notice it was getting cold?" He snorts, laughing a bit
He lays down on the bed, putting his wet shirt to the side “Nope, that happens with more time going. It’ll stop eventually.”
She takes the shell, hugging them back despite her shyness.
He nods “Okay… I’ll go to bed with you.” He says, looking to them.
He doesn’t resist against the tether, rather just standing next to his wife, not willing to risk hurting her when hurting himself, clinging to her tightly “Sorry.”
"Ahh, 'kay." he tosses his bag into a corner and crawls into bed with a lit blunt.
"Thank you so much, Alta." She says, patting her stomach "That shell comes from Der Waussen... He gave it to us as a symbol of protection. So, hold on to it.
"Yeah, good idea, babe." She drags him to their room and into bed.
She rubs his back up and down, sighing. She weights noticeably less. "You're stressing me out, pup..."
He closes his eyes, breathing in the smoke with no difficulty “Do you want any money for yourself?”
She nods, looking at the shell with interest “Really? I will make sure to cherish it then, I will keep it with me all the time if that makes you happy.”
He curls up in the bed, closing his eyes but not yet able to sleep.
He looks at her, much more concerned “Have you been eating? You need to stop worrying about me, it’s starting to affect you too much. If it helps I won’t do anything.”
Georgie continues for a bit before he unfolds the paper dolls
He chuckles "You said you would tell me. I am waiting."
"Does that take away their life?" Yuri asks, genuinely curious.
He takes a deep breath and stares at him for a moment, "I like you. You're the only person that's treated me kindly and it's [gp]ing with my emotions." He says, fueled by tipsy bluntness
"I dint think so? They didn't really have lives before, I hadn't given them personalities yet"
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
"How did you not notice it was getting cold?" He snorts, laughing a bit
“Numbed almost everything on my body, helps me fight more without worrying about pain and stuff.”
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
"How did you not notice it was getting cold?" He snorts, laughing a bit
“Numbed almost everything on my body, helps me fight more without worrying about pain and stuff.”
Georgie continues for a bit before he unfolds the paper dolls
He chuckles "You said you would tell me. I am waiting."
"Does that take away their life?" Yuri asks, genuinely curious.
He takes a deep breath and stares at him for a moment, "I like you. You're the only person that's treated me kindly and it's [gp]ing with my emotions." He says, fueled by tipsy bluntness
"I dint think so? They didn't really have lives before, I hadn't given them personalities yet"
He blinks twice, the words sinking in "Tycho.. I like you to, in that sort of way, but I do have another life.. one where I am married. I don't know if she has moved on yet or anything, she probably has considering she doesn't have to deal with my issues anymore... But it feels wrong to just up and leave her if she is waiting." He explains, petting Tycho's hair.
He lays down on the bed, putting his wet shirt to the side “Nope, that happens with more time going. It’ll stop eventually.”
She takes the shell, hugging them back despite her shyness.
He nods “Okay… I’ll go to bed with you.” He says, looking to them.
He doesn’t resist against the tether, rather just standing next to his wife, not willing to risk hurting her when hurting himself, clinging to her tightly “Sorry.”
"Ahh, 'kay." he tosses his bag into a corner and crawls into bed with a lit blunt.
"Thank you so much, Alta." She says, patting her stomach "That shell comes from Der Waussen... He gave it to us as a symbol of protection. So, hold on to it.
"Yeah, good idea, babe." She drags him to their room and into bed.
She rubs his back up and down, sighing. She weights noticeably less. "You're stressing me out, pup..."
He closes his eyes, breathing in the smoke with no difficulty “Do you want any money for yourself?”
She nods, looking at the shell with interest “Really? I will make sure to cherish it then, I will keep it with me all the time if that makes you happy.”
He curls up in the bed, closing his eyes but not yet able to sleep.
He looks at her, much more concerned “Have you been eating? You need to stop worrying about me, it’s starting to affect you too much. If it helps I won’t do anything.”
"As long as I'm fed, clothed, loved and high, i'm perfectly fine." he says, snickering.
"It makes Waussen happy to know there are people who follow Him" She says smiling, fixing her tooth and shell necklace.
She does the same, tossing and turning.
"I haven't been eating enough..." she says, looking away from him.
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Georgie continues for a bit before he unfolds the paper dolls
He chuckles "You said you would tell me. I am waiting."
"Does that take away their life?" Yuri asks, genuinely curious.
He takes a deep breath and stares at him for a moment, "I like you. You're the only person that's treated me kindly and it's [gp]ing with my emotions." He says, fueled by tipsy bluntness
"I dint think so? They didn't really have lives before, I hadn't given them personalities yet"
He blinks twice, the words sinking in "Tycho.. I like you to, in that sort of way, but I do have another life.. one where I am married. I don't know if she has moved on yet or anything, she probably has considering she doesn't have to deal with my issues anymore... But it feels wrong to just up and leave her if she is waiting." He explains, petting Tycho's hair.
"Hm, so more so like a blank canvas?" She muses.
"I know that!" He says, tearing up, "I know... and it's sucks, but i can't do anything about it." He says
And when the sun sinks slowly down And the great rock walls grow dark and brown Where the purple river rolls fast and dim And the ivory Ibis starlike skim
“It knew where I was the moment the sword was fixed. I don’t want this town off the map permanently.”
He nods, putting the staff on his shoulder “I didn’t even notice, but you’re right, it’s almost cold outside.” He gets walking to the tavern.
"Ahh, 'kay." he tosses his bag into a corner and crawls into bed with a lit blunt.
"Thank you so much, Alta." She says, patting her stomach "That shell comes from Der Waussen... He gave it to us as a symbol of protection. So, hold on to it.
"Yeah, good idea, babe." She drags him to their room and into bed.
She rubs his back up and down, sighing. She weights noticeably less. "You're stressing me out, pup..."
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"How did you not notice it was getting cold?" He snorts, laughing a bit
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
*cut*
“We could do both…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He closes his eyes, breathing in the smoke with no difficulty “Do you want any money for yourself?”
She nods, looking at the shell with interest “Really? I will make sure to cherish it then, I will keep it with me all the time if that makes you happy.”
He curls up in the bed, closing his eyes but not yet able to sleep.
He looks at her, much more concerned “Have you been eating? You need to stop worrying about me, it’s starting to affect you too much. If it helps I won’t do anything.”
He takes a deep breath and stares at him for a moment, "I like you. You're the only person that's treated me kindly and it's [gp]ing with my emotions." He says, fueled by tipsy bluntness
"I dint think so? They didn't really have lives before, I hadn't given them personalities yet"
“Numbed almost everything on my body, helps me fight more without worrying about pain and stuff.”
"Hmmmmmmmmm we could." Her grin gets bigger, stretching across her face.
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*So sorry everyone but I have to go, love all of you.*
"But what if you are on fire? Would that be bad?"
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*stay safe friend!*
He blinks twice, the words sinking in "Tycho.. I like you to, in that sort of way, but I do have another life.. one where I am married. I don't know if she has moved on yet or anything, she probably has considering she doesn't have to deal with my issues anymore... But it feels wrong to just up and leave her if she is waiting." He explains, petting Tycho's hair.
"Hm, so more so like a blank canvas?" She muses.
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"As long as I'm fed, clothed, loved and high, i'm perfectly fine." he says, snickering.
"It makes Waussen happy to know there are people who follow Him" She says smiling, fixing her tooth and shell necklace.
She does the same, tossing and turning.
"I haven't been eating enough..." she says, looking away from him.
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*gotta go as well, so long*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I know that!" He says, tearing up, "I know... and it's sucks, but i can't do anything about it." He says
"Yeah, they aren't like my friends" He nods
(how are ya)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
And when the sun sinks slowly down
And the great rock walls grow dark and brown
Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
And the ivory Ibis starlike skim
*good morning,no am way to early.*
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*Good hellos, i am likewise*