[ Julie almost never bothers Geralt when he's out of the city. Only if he's been gone significantly longer than he should have been or else leaves without a word, which he's gotten better about not doing. And she doesn't want to bother him now, either, but she's skating by on the bare minimum of sleep, seeing things in her peripheral vision. She's so terrified that even alcohol is barely making a dent, and for once, she's hesitant to drink that much right now anyway.
The truth, though, is that she feels dangerously vulnerable right now, more than she has at any other point since she arrived in Abraxas. There are handprints bruised onto her arms, and she doesn't know where they came from. (Except she does know, and doesn't want to believe it.)
With both Sam and Geralt gone, she's becoming more and more certain that something terrible is going to happen to her.
But still, she holds out for days, unwilling to make herself be a damsel in distress. It's only when she finds herself hiding in her closet, after being sure she saw lightning and fingers in the window, that she actually breaks down and messages him. ]
late at night on the fourth night of dreams
The truth, though, is that she feels dangerously vulnerable right now, more than she has at any other point since she arrived in Abraxas. There are handprints bruised onto her arms, and she doesn't know where they came from. (Except she does know, and doesn't want to believe it.)
With both Sam and Geralt gone, she's becoming more and more certain that something terrible is going to happen to her.
But still, she holds out for days, unwilling to make herself be a damsel in distress. It's only when she finds herself hiding in her closet, after being sure she saw lightning and fingers in the window, that she actually breaks down and messages him. ]
When are you and Sam coming home?