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Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.

To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.

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[gynvael]

[ One day, he'll tell her about the monster he really did find under his fucking bed.

He hums. ] Beyond sitting in the dark?

[ She's right; he does do a lot of that. Only during the rarest moments is he unable to retreat inside his head. It's something he was taught since he was a child. They didn't all take to it—fuck knows Lambert hated it—but Geralt was quick to. ]

There's a cliff. Past the walls. You can watch the sunrise over the city.

[ It's simple. He likes it. He's scaled the face of that cliff so often now it's second nature. If he vanishes from Cadens before dawn and returns shortly after, that's probably where he's been. ]

[princessvegas]

[ The least surprising story ever. She's pretty sure she could leave him in the housewares department of a JCPenney for fifteen minutes and he would somehow end up fighting a monster. (She thinks it's endearing.) ]

I know it's hard to beat that level of excitement. [ Sitting in the dark, that is. Although she suspects that it's also a very slightly less boring activity when one can also see in the dark.

She makes a soft noise in response. That does sound very nice, even if she's positive she would probably break her neck trying to get up there. ] When I was younger, I used to sneak outta my room at night to go party. We'd drive to the nearest city -- took almost an hour -- and stay out all night. When we were drivin' back, usually the sun would be comin' up behind us, and sometimes we'd stop and sit in the fields to watch.

[ Sometimes there would be a few of them, sometimes it would just be her, sitting on the hood of a car or in the truckbed of a pickup parked in the middle of someone's field. As long as you were gone before the field hands made it out there, there was no downside.

She thinks she preferred the times that she was alone for it.

Her fingers stop stroking his side when she moves her hand to his chest; her nails run through the hair there. The flickering light of one of her fireball jars throws shadows on the wall. ] When's the last time you went?

[gynvael]

Extraordinarily. [ He smiles. Her preference to be around people and noise remains equally a mystery to him. The rare times he appears at Sam's frequent gatherings, he arrives at the end when most have gone home.

That, though. It sounds pleasant. Geralt can imagine some of what she tells him easier these days. He's been in a car now—more than once—and he remembers seeing the fields behind old abandoned homes in her memories. ]

Were you ever caught?

[ He sure as hell had, but when your guardian is a trained Witcher, it's a miracle they ever got away with it. Sometimes Geralt suspects Vesemir heard them and just couldn't be arsed to get out of bed. ]

Mm. Few weeks. [ He lifts an eyebrow. ] You wanted to come?

[princessvegas]

By the farmers? Nah. Couple close calls, though. [ People don't exactly love it when you drive a two ton machine over their viable crops. It's just that tractors are much slower than cars. ] My parents caught me plenty of times. But by then, I was too big to be taken over a knee, and it wasn't like they were usually home to make sure I stuck to a punishment. We'd just scream at each other for a few hours, I'd go to someone else's house for a few days and then it was like it was over.

[ Her tone is cynical. Julie didn't come from a "good" family where dinner was on the table at 7pm and everyone played board games together afterward. Once she was old enough go to school, she was essentially left on her own to raise herself -- her parents would work their second jobs until late, sometimes hours past the time she should have been in bed. A variety of relatives and other people watched out for her until she was considered old enough to be on her own, and that age came earlier for Julie than it probably did for most girls. By the time she was actively sneaking out, she was well past being affected by normal discipline.

She knows her parents loved her. She just also knows they weren't very good at being parents. ]

I don't know that I'm cut out to climb up a cliff in the dark. [ She has to laugh a little. She's no slouch (give her any tree and she can make it to the top), but she can't say she's ever been rock-climbing. ] How do you feel 'bout paralyzed women?

[gynvael]

[ He hums. He's aware Julie isn't close with her family, that she hasn't got a particularly fond childhood, and in that he can understand. They've all been made to fend for themselves young. Perhaps he was simply fortunate he eventually had someone to at least teach him how.

There's a startled chuckle. That isn't quite what he meant, though now he's recalling her precarious adventure with the stepladder. Less precarious in the Horizon, he supposes. ]

You don't trust me to catch you? [ His amusement fades into sincerity. ] It's got another path. Around the back. You can walk up.

[ He just enjoys climbing. And it's faster. Though were Julie to ever want, he'd show her how in a heartbeat. If Ciri learned after spending her life as a princess, he's certain Julie could. ]

[princessvegas]

[ If he thinks she wouldn't climb a ladder that tall in the real world, he is very wrong. But free climbing a cliff face just feels a bit more perilous, in the grand scheme.

She laughs, twisting her neck to look at his face. ] Sure I do, but walkin' does seem a lot easier. Less chance of droppin' the wine straight to the ground. [ Honestly, she can visualize the smashed bottle.

Shifting a bit, she settles more heavily against his side, reaching for his hand. With the arm bent underneath herself, she wraps her fingers around her necklace. ] We can go the day after tomorrow. Day after Christmas is for lazin' around and eatin' too much.

[gynvael]

[ He lets her take his hand. His fingers intertwine with hers, and his eyes are soft. He thinks he can grow used to holidays done without the dinners and crowds. ]

Is that right? You need to show me how to laze.

[ He's only half-joking, though it's true he can't say he's ever lazed for a full day simply eating and doing nothing. Perhaps he'll try it. Just the once.

In the meanwhile, he does end up sleeping, eyes falling shut not long after she finally dozes. ]

[princessvegas]

[ Well, in theory, there probably would have been a dinner if they hadn't all just been shanghai'd onto a cruise. But if she organizes next year, it'll only be people that Geralt will actually want to be around -- their Cadens family. (She won't let Sam invite all his randoms that crowd up the place. He can have his own dinner for that.)

This is a pretty ideal Christmas, though, she thinks. ]

It's pretty complicated, but I think you'll pick it up quick. [ She squeezes his hand as she teases him, then settles into the easy silence. He is warm and solid next to her, and the ache in her head ebbs back some, the noise becoming muffled as it does. His breathing is a steady rhythm that makes her eyelids heavy, and it's maybe the greatest Christmas miracle that she sleeps for more than an hour or two at a time. ]