#dropped some scar stuff in there if u wanna go with it 👀

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zagubionywilk​:

               >> ⚔️ <<                    ❝          SOME OF IT ISN’T    entirely fond,   but i’d rather you voice your displeasure over destroying it outright.       ❞            he murmurs,   giving the other a half pleading expression.   he    KNEW    she was messing with him,   at least that’s what he hoped anyway    ;    it was sometimes hard to tell with some people in his life.    he’d rather not deal with barnabas    -    basil’s panic as the    INTERIOR    of the home he owned got more than trashed with a dragon appearing so suddenly.   if it wasn’t going to create a whole load of mess he would    LAUGH.

HE NODS ONCE,   UNDERSTANDING     how it can be.   he took some time to get used to the multitude of comforts staying in an actual home brought with it.   the bed wasn’t normal to him and left him awake more than he would    SLEEP    for a short time.

                    ❝       understandable.  there’s a    LTITLE    alcove outside you can rest in,   the stars able to be seen if you pull the top back ever slight.         ❞            he offers,   giving glance behind her and back to the cave that    HOUSED    the wyvern within it stone walls.    zoltan.    gods he’d never let her live that one down.    when he was next in novigrad he’d have to track the dwarf    DOWN    to tell him.

                     ❝      NOT MANY    make the trek up here,   especially with the supposed curse that sits up here   .  .    so you shouldn’t have visitors but   .  .   thank you.    its been some time since i’ve seen someone from before.   or    ANYONE,    really,   that wasn’t dandelion.    it’s a breath of fresh air.         ❞          

Saskia nods along, her gaze growing soft as she cranes her head back to look at the sky-- light blue and uniform now but will soon be dotted with countless speckles of light. She loves the sun and sunlight, but the night sky and the darkness that shrouds is are an entirely different kind of comfort and momentary sense of peace. One that Saskia could not imagine being able to live without.

"That sounds lovely," she says quietly, almost a whisper, as her eyes return to the man in front of her. For a moment she tries to remember if he's gained any new scars in the years they've not seen each other-- surely he must have, and all sorts of stories along with them. Perhaps some are best to be forgotten, while others could use some venting. She doesn't want to pry and make Geralt uncomfortable, but she knows what it's like-- carrying heavy burdens and biting your tongue whenever you feel like sharing them.

Thinking about all this, Saskia's hand travels instinctively over her chest, over the scar that hides how hollow her chest had become on that day and the days that followed. Days of treachery and deceit, and more loss than could ever be counted. Days of loneliness, isolation, helplessness, and still fighting on despite it all. A sigh leaves her; her hand falls back at her side, playing with the green blades of grass again.

The mention of a curse makes Saskia visibly perk up. "A supposed curse?" she repeats the words, her eyebrows drawing in confusion. "I had no knowledge of this. I thought it was mere luck that I haven't had any run-ins with hunters so far. Is this why you came out here?"