( He elects not to comment on sword or staff — first off, because it would ruin his credibility by doubling down, but secondly, because commiting to either one would make him Gandalf when it's obvious to literally anybody with eyes and a working brain he's Aragorn.
Which makes Geralt's role obvious.
He scoffs. )
Of course you were, you don't remember? You had this fru-fru bow and arrow thing going on. And a legging phase, I kept trying to tell you, Gerald, leggings aren't pants, but you weren't having it.
( If it weren't obvious by now he's screwing around, the way he smirks and sways to nudge Geralt's shoulder with his probably gives it away. )
[ Fru-fru bow gives it away, if nothing else—Geralt does not use a longbow, that much he is certain of—but the cheeky glance doesn't hurt. ]
Fuck off. [ This is what he gets for being the elder one. (Where have the rest of his brothers gone?) ] Are you sure I tolerated you for three hundred years?
[ That's a mystery he needs to solve when his memories return.
They trek up the snowy path towards the cabin. He's laid out the training yard as close to what feels right as he can. Each time he recalls a little more, he moves a bit here or there, building a familiar place he can look at. It's working, a bit. Pieces coming back. ]
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Which makes Geralt's role obvious.
He scoffs. )
Of course you were, you don't remember? You had this fru-fru bow and arrow thing going on. And a legging phase, I kept trying to tell you, Gerald, leggings aren't pants, but you weren't having it.
( If it weren't obvious by now he's screwing around, the way he smirks and sways to nudge Geralt's shoulder with his probably gives it away. )
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Fuck off. [ This is what he gets for being the elder one. (Where have the rest of his brothers gone?) ] Are you sure I tolerated you for three hundred years?
[ That's a mystery he needs to solve when his memories return.
They trek up the snowy path towards the cabin. He's laid out the training yard as close to what feels right as he can. Each time he recalls a little more, he moves a bit here or there, building a familiar place he can look at. It's working, a bit. Pieces coming back. ]