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"Well, I'm glad at least you had faith that we'd meet again."

The words were gruff but he meant them all the same. People needed faith he knew that even if he didn't necessarily have any himself. It was something of a comfort, in fact. Especially in knowing how important he was to the other man, that was worth its weight in gold.

"Nowhere specific," he replied, idly scratching at the scruff along the edge of his jaw, not quite a full beard yet.

"I was thinking maybe I'd slowly make my way back to the vineyard, perhaps pick up a few contracts on the way. See where the Path leads me."

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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 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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"Mm, hanging around you as much I have, I assume some of it has probably.... Rubbed off on me." He arched a brow, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Which for the record, I'm absolutely fine with."

His hands slid up the backs of her legs, fingertips lightly teasingly tracing the sensitive hollows behind her knees before coming to settle high on the backs of her thighs. After a moment he gave a playful tug so she'd fall right into his lap.

"For the both of us."

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.

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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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"This is what makes you special," Geralt informed him when they reached the bar. He nodded his head to indicate the room and the people who'd greeted him so fondly and warmly.

"The way you have with people, the way you treat them and interact with them. They're all so fond of you and it's with good reason."

He turned to face the room, elbows resting back on the bar behind him as his eyes scanned the room. It was so warm, in every way it possibly could be. The people were smiling and laughing, chatting, singing, and just living the best lives that they could. And in the middle of it all was Regis. Right where you'd expect him to be.

"Following your lead, I feel it's important for you to know that."

There was more he wasn't saying exactly, but he thought perhaps that Regis would hear it all the same, he was clever like that. Knew how to read people.

"Not sure I'm as fond of you as your lady friend though..."

This he added with an amused little smirk.

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"Why am I the one being pushed out of bed?"

he asked with a smirk, tearing a piece of bread to scoop up some of the gravy from the stew, which was bloody wonderful. It was the first hearty meal he'd had in a while.

It felt good to sit like this with someone again, with Regis again. He had missed him.

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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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"I'm blessed, obviously." The reply was dry, though he did turn his face into the warmth of her palm, arching a brow as he opened his eyes to look up at her. "You're not painting me with that stuff, I'd look ridiculous. It wouldn't at all match my eyes."

He exhaled and met her eyes properly, turning his head to brush his mouth against her palm where it still rested against the scruff of his cheek.

"Lucky for us both that you do, because I only have the one."

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.