@ katahdin
Egon was sitting in the back of the tavern at a table with his back pressed firmly up against the wall. His shoulders were tense and his head was lowered slightly, his eyes trained on the table in front of him. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there, lost in his own thoughts. He kept hearing her voice in his head speaking about destiny and Geralt and the princess being bound together. Was that the only reason he could have for staying with her? Destiny?
She doesn't want you to leave... The man wasn't pulled from his insufferable thoughts until Anfrih had found him and come to sit down at the opposite side of the table. Egon gazed up at her, noting how the color had partially returned to her face and she didn't look on the verge of passing out where she sat.
"Feeling better, I see?" Egon was happy to see it, though he wasn't to happy about the idea of having to ride out in the rain. It could be worse.... He could've had to have left last night during the worst of the storm. "You look comfortable, anyway." A chuckle escaped from the witcher as he eyed his shirt that draped over her small torso.
Verris wasn't expecting the witcher's touch, the few times they had met he had never reached out to embrace her. It was definitely making her decision harder, her heart pounding in her chest as if begging her to rethink her choice. She grabbed Geralt's hand, not wanting him go part from her. "This is the best place I can learn and I think I've found someone I can trust here..." She enjoyed the way his thumb raked over her soft skin, "I'm not even sure why you're worried about me."
Anfrih, she could understand being worried She had also been worried for her friend, it passed through her head every night that something terrible might've happened to her after she had left. Verris couldn't understand why Geralt seemed to care so much. Looking down at the floor, almost ashamed to look up at him, Verris was swimming in confusing thoughts. Never had she expected to be the one refusing him. She didn't want to be, but she had to.
Egon was sitting in the back of the tavern at a table with his back pressed firmly up against the wall. His shoulders were tense and his head was lowered slightly, his eyes trained on the table in front of him. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there, lost in his own thoughts. He kept hearing her voice in his head speaking about destiny and Geralt and the princess being bound together. Was that the only reason he could have for staying with her? Destiny?
She doesn't want you to leave... The man wasn't pulled from his insufferable thoughts until Anfrih had found him and come to sit down at the opposite side of the table. Egon gazed up at her, noting how the color had partially returned to her face and she didn't look on the verge of passing out where she sat.
"Feeling better, I see?" Egon was happy to see it, though he wasn't to happy about the idea of having to ride out in the rain. It could be worse.... He could've had to have left last night during the worst of the storm. "You look comfortable, anyway." A chuckle escaped from the witcher as he eyed his shirt that draped over her small torso.
Verris wasn't expecting the witcher's touch, the few times they had met he had never reached out to embrace her. It was definitely making her decision harder, her heart pounding in her chest as if begging her to rethink her choice. She grabbed Geralt's hand, not wanting him go part from her. "This is the best place I can learn and I think I've found someone I can trust here..." She enjoyed the way his thumb raked over her soft skin, "I'm not even sure why you're worried about me."
Anfrih, she could understand being worried She had also been worried for her friend, it passed through her head every night that something terrible might've happened to her after she had left. Verris couldn't understand why Geralt seemed to care so much. Looking down at the floor, almost ashamed to look up at him, Verris was swimming in confusing thoughts. Never had she expected to be the one refusing him. She didn't want to be, but she had to.
January 23rd, 2020 at 08:12am