#oldwolfwitcher

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It had been a comment that was supposed to be laughed at or shrugged off, he said it before drinking from his mug. The answer had him lift his eyes from the mug and stare at his brother with an attentive, yet blank expression. “You don’t?” The question was genuine, thinking that in some shape or form, Geralt enjoyed the attention he’d get as the White Wolf and many other titles he had collected over the years.

He kept quiet as Geralt continued talking, rubbing at his scar from time to time as he followed each phrase. Eskel knew that the life his brother led was exhausting, but he also thought that there were times where all that exhaustion was worth it to him. He rested his scarred cheek on his hand, a calloused finger rubbing at it from time to time as he continued hearing the other’s monologue, something that didn’t bother Eskel, on the contrary, he was always glad to hear what was in his brother’s mind.

And when he finally finished, Eskel arched an eyebrow. “Of course you don’t mean it, Wolf. Otherwise, you would have stopped doing it long ago. And if you didn’t do any of this, you’d still have me and Lambert. The only difference would be you’d be another simple witcher, like me. But that’s not what you were meant to do.” He shrugged and ordered another drink from the waitress, mildly apologising for being startled.

He finished his mug, his golden eyes on Geralt as he heard his question and pondered on it for a moment. “What else can we do, Wolf? We raised for this, there’s nothing else out there for us. Do you know how to bake? How to manage a store? That’s not what we are meant to do. As much as it’s not what we wanted, it’s what we got, and we have to do what we can with it.” He shrugged again before a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “But I tried.” He spoke quietly but knew his brother would hear. “I tried doing something else. Many years ago… I think eighty years ago? Give or take. We had just gotten our medallions and for some reason, I had decided I didn’t want any of that anymore, so I went to Novigrad. Worked as a store keeper for eight months. Had to get back on the Path before I bored myself to death.”

Eskel smiled at the memory of himself as a young stupid witcher thinking he could just ignore what he was. “Maybe we could have been a part of society once, but not anymore, Wolf... Although, knowing you I wouldn’t be surprised if you could pull it off.”

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“Not what I meant, dear brother. But something tells me you’ll meet her soon enough. No, what I meant was that I have someone for you, for you to meet.”

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[ Geralt is a hot old man *drops microphone* ] @oldwolfwitcher

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’ You’re vile. You’re foul. You’re flawed. ‘

   “...And are we not all?” Dettlaff did not know this man, but it was fairly easy to tell what he was by his smell and apparel. The Higher Vampire had to wrinkle his nose slightly at the deeply-ingrained scent of blood the man had about him -- blood of all sorts, to the point that what would normally be pleasant turned rank and unbearable.

   “I have done nothing to hurt you, Witcher, yet you come and insult me like this...while I am surprised, I’ve learned that there is no point in questioning the nuances of humans. Even so, I would much prefer you take you accusatory statements to a more suitable party.”

[snarkomancy]

"Tell me about my mother."

“I was wondering when you would ask about her. In fact, I amsurprised you have waited this long to make this inquiry of me.” 

She nodsbriefly, as if in encouragement, steeples her fingers. 

“First of all, let it besaid that Visenna and I do not know each other well. She is a fair bit youngerthan me, they all are, these days. Such a shame to have had to see wastelaid to most of my generation… history has not been kind to us. But those aremy own troubles, and beside the point. Visenna was… is incrediblytalented, a talent which I believe she so irresponsibly wasted on herpursuit of the life of a healer. If she had only shown more interest in more usefulmagic, she could have gone a long way indeed. But she always did as shepleased, an almost reckless disregard for etiquette all too evident in all heractions. Such as, of course, defying the orders of Archmage deVries, going onto conceive you in secret – an ill informed choice, and one that she found thatshe could not sustain. A sorceress, birthing and raising a child? Preposterous!At least she saw reason eventually. Where she is now I would not be able totell you. She could be dead for all we know but I believe that to be ratherunlikely. When one of us passes from this life, we generally hear about it, oneway or another.”

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oldwolfwitcher replied to your post: Kia whispered. “Geralt wants to be Guts’ sheathe.”

is someone talking

Kia inhaled deeply and shouted.

“GERALT WANTS HIS DRAGON SLAIN BY GUTS’ HUGE PINK SWORD!”

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oldwolfwitcher replied to your post: How do you swing that thing? According to physics...

NERD

i’ll show u how i swing my sword u old fuckin man

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“You shouldn’t make a habit of this, Geralt. I’m not one of your woman of the night, and certainly not at your beck and call.” Rough day, huh? Though, to be fair, Vernon Roche hasn’t known an easy day for years, and with his frown ever set, there are few men alive who could recall the contrary. The bastard. Still, he’s yet to turn the witcher away, and arms crossed, he smartly comments, “I suggest you work on that.”