An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FAIR WARNING THIS CHAPTER IS DARK.
Regis and Geralt Travel homeward, and Regis's past comes to bare.
“You stink, Emiel.” She said as she noticed him staring.
“And?” Emiel asked, taking a large spoonful of his soup. It was bland.
“You know I am not fond of strong…”
The door slammed open and put out half the candles at the table. Emiel and his mother both jumped when Emiel’ father weaved in, he was drunk, but he also looked like he had been beaten to hell and back.
“Fuuuuck that van der Eretein.” He said, wobbling. Emiel looked at him with wide eyes. It wasn’t a stranger’s blood on his mouth, it was his own, and his arm was held against his chest were blood had soaked through his shirt.