w i t c h e r (exxiled) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-24 19:08:00 |
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They had survived the city. This York, new or old (depending on how one saw it), had been treacherous from the first day. More people fell among her streets than any place before now. There were dangers at every corner. The only safe haven was the hotel but even that Geralt didn't trust completely. Only once the hotel had moved them again elsewhere, far from that place, did the witcher let out a long sigh of relief. Cursed dolls were pale in comparison. Geralt would rather he be surrounded by a hundred creepy looking dolls than have to go up against the Wild Hunt. Not at the risk of losing the ones he cared for. And he might just need a hundred of them the way that Roach went on with them. Like Jaskier's boots, each doll was joyfully tenderized. Even when they were nothing but smushed bits of sopping wet plastic and fabric, she would carry them around like her own trophies. It was gross and endearing. Geralt, as much as he hated the dolls, could not say no to however many of them his boyfriend kept finding and bringing back for her. One of her favorite dolls she even liked to bring with her on their early morning walks. Geralt didn't mind it as long as he never made eye contact with the thing. He swore it blinked once. He'd tried to put it out of his mind, hoping it was just his imagination, but every now and then he'd look down at it to see if he could catch it's big dark eyes blinking again. If there were an evil spirit lurking in the doll this morning, it hadn't woken up yet. Geralt preferred to walk the boundaries of the hotel before most in the hotel were awake. There were sometimes a few others who were also early risers but for the most part, the witcher enjoyed the peace and quiet alone with Roach. At one point, as they passed the tall and broken gravestones, she tried pushing the doll into his hands for him to throw. He gave it a toss and watched it fall into the overgrown weeds near the treeline. Like an arrow, she shot ahead and started sniffing for the doll. Geralt personally hoped the thing would end up lost in the tall grass but didn't hold his breath. When she did find the doll again, however, instead of bringing it back to him, she trotted out to the path and went for someone who had just started to walk by. She dropped the doll at their feet and then waited. |