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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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Another low little sound escaped his throat at her words, a hint of amusement woven into the sound. The pads of his thumbs began to stroke at the gentle hollows of her hips as they spoke.

"Trying to make me into the prettiest Witcher of them all?"

The gesture did indeed surprise him, it wasn't like her at all, but he wasn't about to complain. He rather enjoyed it, actually. Simple affection for the sake of 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.

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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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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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"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 guess not. They'll keep, won't they?"

He was very much unconcerned by the whole thing, truthfully. Anything that happened around the vineyard had very little urgency, there was no timeframe, no one would die if things weren't done immediately.

A low sound escaped his throat, an amused and enticing little rumble as he nuzzled at her stomach, then placed a kiss to the fancy fabric of her dress. His eyes flicked up toward her face, a playful light making the gold irises sparkle.

"You can read my mind, you tell me..."

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.