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voice;

[gwenhwyfar]

[ There is almost a damn near equal amount of dead air before Gwenhwyfar can feebly muster out- ]

I'm so very sorry.

voice;

[gwynbleids]

[Geralt is godawful at using his phone, so Gwenhwyfar will be waiting for a response for a few hours before he finally acknowledges and responds.]

For what?

[They both know but he's trying to make a show of it being so far from his mind.]

[gwenhwyfar]

[ That's fine by her; she's been in recovery mode by eating copious amounts of food and has just finished washing her hands in a small creek. ​]

I'm fairly certain I have attacked you. Your scent was on my clothing.

nightmares

[seeingscarlet]

[This time the bad situation Wanda finds herself in really isn't her fault. She was only trying to comfort one of the Haembohedra who had presumably had a bad encounter with someone else. She didn't know it was dangerous, or how to protect herself. And so now she's just laying sprawled on the ground, unable to be woken like she's some kind of fairytale princess.

And there is a castle in the dream world. But this is not a fairytale.

The castle has obviously seen better days but at first it may not be apparent that this is Wanda's world, not his. Artificial lighting is minimal in the passageways but eventually there are more signs of life. Distant voices, more lights, heavy metal doors that still somehow open for him without a key or card or button. Eventually, there is a cell.

It's a small, narrow stone room, devoid of anything but a bench and a TV. Wanda's sitting on the bench, a shadow of the woman he knows - her hair is dirty, there are dark circles under her eyes, and although her face has always been gaunt, the hollows of her cheeks are more pronounced than normal. There are bandages wrapped around her right hand and wrist, exactly over the unnatural scarring he might have noticed on her palm during their time together.

She is watching the TV, but not really seeing it. Suddenly her head turns towards the door, but recognition is slow to come to her.]

No, no...you can't be here.

[gwynbleids]

[Geralt senses a disturbance in the force

Geralt hears the kerfuffle. He's en-route before he even knows who is involved but when he sees Wanda passed out, he knows it's serious.]

We have to stop meeting like this.

[He says it even though he knows she can't hear it because it's a damn good line. He's not sure what to do with her other than pick her up and take her somewhere safe and the only place he can think of is his dingy apartment.

He lays her on the bed and paces around her but ultimately assumes there's little else to do except use the catch-all solution for every stupid thing in this stupid place. Geralt's fingertips graze over her face, tucking her hair aside as he leans over her and presses a soft, hopeful kiss to her lips. He puts everything in it, as he often does with her, all his hopes for her health and safety.

It must take something out of him, because he staggers backward and hits the ground like a stack of bricks with a loud thud and awakens in a dingy castle. He spares little time for looking around, although it is immediately unfamiliar to him. He feels something pulling him toward her, whether it's her, the dream or his senses. It doesn't really matter.

He does notice that he's woken up in his armor with his swords. That's troubling.

He knows what he's looking for, but he's surprised by what he finds. He loiters in the doorway, watching her silently before she notices him. She seems to recognise him, which is a good sign.]

Shouldn't have let me in, then. [He steps forward, holding out a hand for her.]

Come on. We're leaving.

[seeingscarlet]

[She'd share the sentiment, were she conscious. This isn't a way she'd want anyone to see her, but she trusts Geralt, and so even in the nightmare world she is drawn to him. She gets unsteadily to her feet and takes his hand in both of hers.

Her hands are trembling, but whether that's from cold or fear is up for debate.]

They'll never let me leave. And if they find you, they'll hurt you. They'll take you apart.

[She instinctively reaches up to rest her hand on his cheek, hesitating at the last minute when she sees the bandages on that hand. At the last second, she turns her hand to graze the back of her fingers over his cheek.

Wanda's fears aren't entirely unfounded. HYDRA is short a Winter Soldier, after all. They are too afraid of what Wanda's powers might do if she was pushed too far and so while she is not comfortable, they don't dare to try subjecting her or her brother to anything like that. But Geralt...he is strong but HYDRA has Chitauri-enhanced weaponry. And while she would try to protect him, her powers are new and unreliable.

But even though her memories are hazy, she still knows that Geralt isn't leaving without her. Of course Wanda doesn't want to be here at all, she just doesn't want someone else falling into Strucker's clutches for her sake. But she tries to put on her best brave smile and squeezes his hand.]

We can't leave my brother here.

[The twin she'd mentioned when they'd first found their bairn and Wanda was searching through the leaves in case there was another one.]

text; un: bloodhound

[felagifighter]

Revva says you are the one who took his arm.

un: g.eralt

[gwynbleids]

That's not true.

I gave it back.

[felagifighter]

True.

What happened? I am curious.

DREAMTIME

[semicharmed]

[ Matt peers down at himself. The look is a lot of tulle and straps in harness shapes, in black and deep-blue like the night sky. Here and there it's dotted with shimmers of glitter or bright glass beads, shaping constellations he doesn't recognize, not even from Noctium.

He takes a step forward, careful in the spindly navy heels, and peers up to Geralt with a wry smile. ]

You know what's weird? I actually had a dream we did this.

[gwynbleids]

[So far, the dreams Geralt has found himself invited into have been less than pleasant. He groans to himself when he closes his eyes and wakes up somewhere different, but his expression softens when he looks up and sees Matt.

He's sitting. This is a very ornate dressing room, there are mirrors and curtains but it is empty apart from the two of them.

Geralt rises from his chair, taking slow, decisive steps toward Matt. At the last second, he starts to circle him slowly like he's a predator playing with his food.]

Tell me about it.

[semicharmed]

[ Matt's head turns to follow Geralt's path, lashes dipping automatically to half mast. Must be something about looking out of one's periphery. He doesn't spin around to follow the whole arc, though, instead enjoying the frisson that comes from knowing Geralt is at his back. ]

It was a little like this, [ he begins slowly--like someone awake recalling a dream, which is what Matt thinks he is. ] Dressing room, I had on, uh. Something like this.

[ His fingers sweep down the line of a strap, starting at his neck and continuing uninterrupted to his waist. There's not much curvature there, of course, which is normally what a getup this gaudy would highlight. For a moment, Matt's distracted by the beaded crescent moon at his hip, frill of dark tulle giving the slight optical illusion of curves. Then he twitches a faint smile. ]

I asked you not to make fun of me.

voice | un: revenant

[deathtotem]

Still alive?

[Hello to you, too.]

[gwynbleids]

I wasn't until I heard your sweet voice, Revenant.

[deathtotem]

Shame. Here I was hoping I might've finally gotten rid of you.

misfires; un: acala

[indignitas]

The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is
more than green and
throws up sharp and
cutting lights to
slice through the
plane tree leaves. And
on the cloudless blue
I scribble your name.

[gwynbleids]

[At a glance, he assumes this is Jaskier and he's about ready to ignore it until.. Interesting. That is not Jaskier's name on his gadget.]

If you're looking for a quick fuck you're wasting precious minutes with this drivel.

text & images (slightly nsfw); un:aj.crowley

[demonicmiracle]

[A handful of photos arrive to Geralt's phone; taken in what's obviously the dressing room of a store, featuring Crowley (currently rocking a more femme look) in various pieces of lingerie.]

What do you reckon? Are the snakes too on the nose?

[Texts he's going to regret in 3... 2... 1....]

[gwynbleids]

[Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice.]

Is this another trap?

audio; un: zewu-jun

[equivocations]

[ Lan Xichen waits until the afternoon the day after the end of the festival to contact those who won one of his paintings - just in case anyone might have been partaking in the kind of revelry that kept them up late the night before. He introduces himself, explaining that he's the artist behind the auction item and expressing gratitude for their bid. ]

Do you have some time to discuss the details of what you would like?

[gwynbleids]

[Geralt is very thankful for the reminder, because he absolutely woke up shitfaced sideways and is only now remembering he spent a lot of money.]

Do you paint tits or is it clothed women only?

#Justdruidthings

[gwenhwyfar]

[ Wherever the hell he may be, Gwenhwyfar leaves him a present. A charm that has a protection spell attached to it.

And for someone that's so feral, she actually writes fairly well! ]

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝐸𝓅𝑜𝓃𝒶.
𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒹𝓊𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂, 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓎.

- 𝒢𝓌𝑒𝓃𝒽𝓌𝓎𝒻𝒶𝓇

[wolfsong]

Special delivery!

text;

[gwenhwyfar]

give him his property back
i need to do something important for him

[gwynbleids]

Very threatening, thank you.


I've got it back now. What do you need?