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“There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale”

B a c k T o N a v i g a t i o n

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[independentwolf]

[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Geralt's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

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[ofwovenstone]

[It's easy to pick up her tome and call Geralt. She had agreed to be his guide, after all. So she calls him, blue-grey sparkling and a playful smile on her lips. Both of which hold more than a little promise. There's a peak of bare shoulders and barely there straps of something that's probably clothes.]

I was wondering if you might like to join me in the Spring baths.

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[thanks_bunches]

[ Oh, what's this now? A call from Cassandra? Geralt wasn't expecting it but he's not about to complain either. She was far too attractive, she reminded him of some of the highborn ladies back home. ]

Lady Cassandra, what a pleasant surprise. Sure, I'd love to.

[ A pause and a thought. ]

Want me to bring anything, other than myself?

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[ofwovenstone]

[She smiles brightly at his answer, pleased and looking forward to his company.]

I’m glad to hear it!

[She shakes her head with a soft laugh.]

All I need is you.

[She has wine, and a basket of things for them to nibble on. It’s practically a picnic.]

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[thanks_bunches]

Alright then, I'll be there in a moment.

[ It didn't take him long to arrive, he frequented these baths enough that he could probably get there with his eyes closed.

When he did walk in, he was dressed very casually. A pair of black trousers and a loose tunic top, both a deep navy blue. His hair was down rather than being tied back as it normally was.

Spotting Cassandra was easy, she was the only other person in the room and so Geralt made his way over. ]

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[ofwovenstone]

[Cassandra is seated on one of the benches, clad in a simple silk dress in a dark purple that brings out the blue of her eyes and the paleness of her skin and reveals a great deal of long, toned leg, her white-streaked curls wild and loose around her shoulders. Beside her, there is a basket of things for them to nibble on, and a bottle of wine with the frost of ice riming its glass; she’s breaking out a rare vintage from home, for this. One of her favourites. From her wine cellar in the castle, although it holds a great deal more than just wine. Beside the wine are two glasses.

She looks up when he walks in, smiling brilliantly at him as he makes his way over to her. ] Hello, Geralt.

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[thanks_bunches]

[ Geralt would be honoured to know she was willing to share such a special drink with him had he known, though he might have insisted she save it for a special occasion instead. It was good to see her and she looked as beautiful as ever, smiling with a nod, eyes going straight to those wonderfully long toned legs of hers. ]

Cassandra. What took you so long?

[ He smiled, just joking with her, she'd been rather fast actually, which was nice, it let him know she was keen to meet up. ]

[text - 1am - this is absolutely a booty call]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

sup

WYD?

[Behold Geralt, the wonder of Gen-Z communication and text speak.]

[ Text ]

[thanks_bunches]

[ Give him a moment to reply, Ren, he has no fucking idea what that means. ]

Wyd? This some kinda code? Are you in trouble, can't talk? Need help?

...

Or are you just texting me to call me weird? Kinda rude.

[ragesagainsttheodds]

fuckin boomer

[The above appears as a scratched out reply.]

it means what yu doing????

[thanks_bunches]

[ Boomer? What the fuck is a Boomer? Some Dwarven miner? Slang for Pyromancer maybe? ]

Could have just said that fromt the get go.
I'm not doing anything.
I was meditating until you messaged.
Can't sleep. The usual.
WYD?

[ragesagainsttheodds]

i did. thats wot wyd means.

[Why meditate? It isn't as if you can regain gnosis here? Weird choice but whatever. Don't get distracted, Ren.]

cant sleep too. not becos im meditatin
just horny
lol

[thanks_bunches]

[ It's how he regains health not knowledge, there's nothing enlighting about the form of meditation a Witcher engages in. ]

I see.
Can't sleep, horny and thought to call me?
Should I be flattered or did you send this message to everyone?

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[ragesagainsttheodds]

[Oh hey. Another late night Tomes call from Ren. What a surprise.]

On a scale from one to ten, how confident are you that you could overpower....let's say a mountain tiger?

[For. No. Reason. At. All. Don't read into it.]

[voice]

[thanks_bunches]

[ Is this... Is this some kind of young hip code for sex? ]

Mmm..Hn..Ugh.

[ Nope, no he can't get back to sleep now he's wondering about it. After a little grunting and deep sighing, he'll eventually respond. ]

Sure. For how much?

[ Yup, that's his answer, Ren. He's convinced you're just coming onto him again. ]

[voice]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

[She learnt her lesson last time about using text speak on Geralt.]

...I'm not paying you.

[Like, if she wanted to pay for sex, she would go to Happy Harpers in the town and go see one of the fey.]

That ain't an answer. D'you think you could do it or not? You're strong but how strong are you?

[voice]

[thanks_bunches]

[ Thank fuck for that! ]

Hmm, okay. A proverbial tiger huh?

[ Still thinks she's just looking to get laid. ]

I'm a Witcher. If I wouldn't handle your mountain tiger I'd be dead already.

[voice]

[ragesagainsttheodds]

Aye. Proverbial tiger. For now. [Well. She mostly is. But she's looking for something specific out of this.]

I've not got a fuckin' clue what that is. [Sounds like a Netflix show.] But I'll take y'word for it. [He'd certainly seemed strong when they had sparred that one time in the baths.]

Okay, so, here's the thing. I'm a lot stronger then I look. [She states this as a matter of fact.] Stronger than a lotta lads. I held back me full strength when we sparred, 'cos I didn't want to hurt you.

Thing is, blah shite, none of that matters 'nd you don't give a fuck about it. [Let's be honest here, he isn't going to be interested in her life story and she isn't in the mood to give it either.] Ain't never been anyone able to overpower me like I can overpower them and for once I want t'be on the other side of it.

Which is why we get 'round to why I want to know if you'd be able to overpower a mountain tiger.

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[thanks_bunches]

For now?

[ You can practically hear his eyebrow raise in his tone of voice. Though, that's right, isn't it? They've never really spoken about what the other actually is, have they? It's kinda nice, honestly. Someone not knowing what a Witcher is, not judging or hating. ]

Oh, I could tell you were holding back. For that reason, so was I.

[ Okay, Ren just got a helluva lot more interesting. Is it wrong he's finding this incredibly hot? Her comparing herself to a Mountain Tiger and wanting to be overpowered? ]

I could handle you. No problem. Tiger strength or otherwise. So what's it gonna be? You want a little rough and tumble? No holds barred, that it?

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[lettenhove]

Geralt!

Geralt, Geralt, Geralt!!

Oi!

Geralt!

[thanks_bunches]

[ Oh for crying out loud... ]

Hmmmm... What?

[lettenhove]

You busy? I'm bored.

[thanks_bunches]

What do you want me to do about it?

[ He grumbles, knowing fine well that Jaskier probably wanted to hang out and talk his damn ear off or something... The Bard had too much energy, something should be done about that. ]

[lettenhove]

Come back from all that unnecessary tromping around and have lunch with me.

[ by lunch, he means more than that, but that's a given. besides, without his lute, there's not much he can do but struggle over composing in his little notebook. ]

[thanks_bunches]

I'm covered in swamp mud.

[ Take that how you will, Jaskier. ]

Lunch will have to wait.

[ However ... ]

I am hungry though. Where are you? I'll meet you there.