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He arched a brow at Regis' assessment, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable, lounging almost, long legs stretched out comfortably beneath the table.

A low sound of agreement escaped him as he lifted his mug again, taking a large swallow.

"Fortuitous indeed."

He eyed Regis for several more moments.

"It is good to see you, too. I wasn't sure we'd cross paths again after you left but I'm pleased to be proved wrong. I'm still not over the fact that you're actually alive."

Before their reunion at Toussaint Regis had been dead for a long while, as far as he'd known. It was still incredibly satisfying and healing to see the man alive and well.

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He grunted and slid the last bit of bread into his mouth as he eyed Regis. He chewed slowly and then nudged his empty bowl away from him utterly satisfied now.

"Well, you are tall so that would be the obvious course of action."

He dragged his mug of ale closer, lifting it for a lazy sip.

"Do I indeed?" Regis wasn't wrong, that was fair. "Am I not the bad one all the time? I do only have the one face after all."

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When Yen entered the kitchen Geralt glanced up lazily. That was a new thing nowadays, laziness, not all of the time, no, but now that he had the house there were mornings when he liked to indulge - when the restlessness gave him a moment of peace, at least. He was settled at the table, a steaming mug and a plate of food in front of him and he arched a brow as he met Yen's gaze.

"Yen," he greeted her, voice low, cautious and a little bit gruff at the edges. Being the seasoned Yen watcher he was, he could tell that something was wrong.

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It was a beautiful morning in Corvo Bianco. Yennefer was really enjoying the quiet life with Geralt a lot more than she thought she would. Usually she liked to sleep in, but this particular morning, she decided to take a walk across the vineyard. The sorceress even came across some interesting herbs to experiment with. She had really been enjoying spending some time in the study as of late.

Coming back home, she immediately went downstairs to store away the herbs and noticed something was off. Some of the flasks were missing. Suspecting the culprit was a certain witcher, she went back into the house, where Geralt was sitting at the table. Seemed like he woke up not long ago. The raven-haired sorceress, put her hands on her hips. "Morning." she greeted the witcher, a wry smile on her face. From the tone of her voice, it was clear something was bothering her.

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Regis' response to the whole thing surprised him. He'd said it, yes, but he hasn't expected Regis to respond like that, to accept it and embrace it, even. Usually, the conversation was met with a small hum, an acknowledgement rather than an agreement.

"Yeah," he agreed. Because that he did understand.

He suspected it was similar for Regis, they'd both been alive for a long time -Regis more so- both not quite belonging. Both, technically, different species in a world of humans or didn't always try to understand them. At least it was easier for Regis to blend in, but did he ever tire of that, Geralt couldn't help but wonder.

"Times are changing. Perhaps now is the time of peace and domesticity."

He scratched idly at his beard then lifted his mug, taking a steady sip, letting the ale sit on his tongue for a moment, feeling the steady pop of the bubbles before he swallowed.

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"Thanks, you're probably on your own in that thinking, but I appreciate it all the same."

Geralt shifted in his seat slightly, stretching his legs beneath the table, slouching against the wall, elbow propped on the table as he eyed Regis thoughtfully. That was, perhaps, the most considerate thing anyone had ever said to him.

"You already did that once," he replied at last, voice gruff and eyes fixed on Regis' face. "I'm not in any hurry to experience that again, thanks."

He exhaled and didn't respond for a long time, thinking about what Regis had said as he listened to the noise of the bar around them. It was so alive, people living and enjoying life. Drinking, laughing and talking, telling stories and singing songs. There were fathers and sons, friends, lovers. People from all stages and walks of life. There was something so... Calm about it all. Despite the rowdiness.

It surprised him, the level of confidence that Regis had in him. In every regard, really. The man had such faith and it was beginning to tell an entire story. One that Geralt felt deeply but wasn't sure how to respond to.

"You deserve peace too, Regis."

His eyes found Regis once more.

"You've done so much, continue to do so much. You deserve a little bit of peace, too."

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"Setting aside the comment about me, which is the most flattering way I've heard myself described," he glanced at Regis as he took another mouthful of ale.

"You don't need to be pretty to have a dazzlingly beautiful personality. You've surely noticed by now how people flock to you, how easily you make friends and how people are just... Nicer when you're around. Besides, your cheekbones could cut paper."

As urged Geralt followed Regis, making sure to snag a jig of ale from the flirty innkeeper before they departed, quite unable to help himself he returned the wink before trekking after Regis, already looking forward to the meal.

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He acknowledged the little arm squeeze with a smile and the barest hint of a nod, briefly meeting Regis' gaze with his own. He cold read the gratitude in those eyes and he realised that perhaps the man didn't realise how special and unique he was.

Lifting his own mug of ale Geralt took a long, steady sip, letting it sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing and exhaling slowly.

"I told you, you're incredibly charming."

He noted, flashing Regis a side eye as he took another mouthful of ale.

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"Kinda have to be, in my line of work." He rumbled in reply, watching her for a moment before he closed his eyes.

He was quite content to rest there for the moment, listening to the sounds of her breathing and the steady, slow beat of her heart. His hands slid down to rest against the backs of her calves, stroking the skin through the fabric of her dress.

"So, what are your plans for the day?"

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It was a beautiful morning in Corvo Bianco. Yennefer was really enjoying the quiet life with Geralt a lot more than she thought she would. Usually she liked to sleep in, but this particular morning, she decided to take a walk across the vineyard. The sorceress even came across some interesting herbs to experiment with. She had really been enjoying spending some time in the study as of late.

Coming back home, she immediately went downstairs to store away the herbs and noticed something was off. Some of the flasks were missing. Suspecting the culprit was a certain witcher, she went back into the house, where Geralt was sitting at the table. Seemed like he woke up not long ago. The raven-haired sorceress, put her hands on her hips. "Morning." she greeted the witcher, a wry smile on her face. From the tone of her voice, it was clear something was bothering her.

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Geralt blinked as she approached, shifting to lean back in his seat so he could meet her eyes easier. Despite the bluntness of her words there was a certain softness around her eyes, in her gaze, that made his lips tug up at the corner for the barest moment.

"Uh. I took some empty flasks, yeah. Needed them for some elixirs."

He paused for a moment.

"Sorry. Should have mentioned it."

Starter for @bloodandwhite

It was a beautiful morning in Corvo Bianco. Yennefer was really enjoying the quiet life with Geralt a lot more than she thought she would. Usually she liked to sleep in, but this particular morning, she decided to take a walk across the vineyard. The sorceress even came across some interesting herbs to experiment with. She had really been enjoying spending some time in the study as of late.

Coming back home, she immediately went downstairs to store away the herbs and noticed something was off. Some of the flasks were missing. Suspecting the culprit was a certain witcher, she went back into the house, where Geralt was sitting at the table. Seemed like he woke up not long ago. The raven-haired sorceress, put her hands on her hips. "Morning." she greeted the witcher, a wry smile on her face. From the tone of her voice, it was clear something was bothering her.