#of found family and fairylights verse
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witch-witcher-witchless · 2 years ago
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You know when you have a bunch of disjointed scenes, a low word-count, but somehow have an okay summary? The nerve of this brain. So rude. Appalling.
Geralt doesn't know if he regrets not picking the stranger up and running earlier, if he could have fought against her pleas as she fought through contractions. He could have helped. Her daughter would know her mother.
But he couldn't and she doesn't.
The nurse is wearing Crocs and he's being spoken to like the boyfriend of a dead woman and the father of their daughter—and the salt of tears and blood have dried itchy on his face.
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