[ She blames the wine. And hormones. And the holidays. Literally every other thing in the world. Julie will not acknowledge these incredibly embarrassing emotions, because it isn't solely the necklace -- it is the culmination of possibly the most progressive year of her life, in every sense. And the most stable since Trips, ironically. Reflective happiness, that Geralt simply managed to capture in a single gift, at the exact moment when all those other factors were making her vulnerable. To feelings. That's it.
Tomorrow, she'll have to go bully someone a bit, just to feel a little more like herself. Dean, maybe. It's been at least a week since she put him in his place. (That can also be Christmas gift for Geralt.)
Her other hand clutches his shoulder, squeezes. With her eyes closed, the sensation that her eyes might tear fades away, and she sighs. When she sits back just slightly to look at him, she reaches up and holds the fang again, glancing down at it. ]
What does this come from? Not a wyvern. [ She is still unclear on what exactly a wyvern is and how it's different from a dragon, but the shapes don't match. ]
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Tomorrow, she'll have to go bully someone a bit, just to feel a little more like herself. Dean, maybe. It's been at least a week since she put him in his place. (That can also be Christmas gift for Geralt.)
Her other hand clutches his shoulder, squeezes. With her eyes closed, the sensation that her eyes might tear fades away, and she sighs. When she sits back just slightly to look at him, she reaches up and holds the fang again, glancing down at it. ]
What does this come from? Not a wyvern. [ She is still unclear on what exactly a wyvern is and how it's different from a dragon, but the shapes don't match. ]