She peered up at him with a smile, soft and warm in the faint light from the fire. "Well, if you decide hunger outweighs the loveliness of cuddling me, there are apples in my bag."
Nina leaned up to kiss him. "Goodnight, Geralt."
It was easier to fall asleep than she expected. Maybe it had something to do with the company; perhaps Geralt wasn't feeling quite himself, but Nina still felt safe with him.
She slept soundly for some time, but as the night drew on darkness crept into her dreams. Flickers of memories she wanted to forget. Despite trying to harden herself to the realities of war, the charred bodies in Fjerda still haunted her - especially the one that had still been alive. She couldn't escape the sounds he made and the unrelenting terror of knowing that would be her fate if she was captured in the Ice Court.
Her heart beat faster, her breath quickened as she tried to escape a terrifying vision of the man she'd loved. His hands around her neck, willing the life out of her; she could feel the lick of flames, could smell the smoke, and could see his eyes like glaciers, uncaring and unmoved by her screaming.
"Please, no-- please." She was screaming.
"NO!"
Nina shot up, throat raw from the sound that had torn out of her. Her entire body shook and she caught sight of the embers of the camp fire - that alone sent her reeling backward, out from beneath the blankets made warm by their bodies.
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Nina leaned up to kiss him. "Goodnight, Geralt."
It was easier to fall asleep than she expected. Maybe it had something to do with the company; perhaps Geralt wasn't feeling quite himself, but Nina still felt safe with him.
She slept soundly for some time, but as the night drew on darkness crept into her dreams. Flickers of memories she wanted to forget. Despite trying to harden herself to the realities of war, the charred bodies in Fjerda still haunted her - especially the one that had still been alive. She couldn't escape the sounds he made and the unrelenting terror of knowing that would be her fate if she was captured in the Ice Court.
Her heart beat faster, her breath quickened as she tried to escape a terrifying vision of the man she'd loved. His hands around her neck, willing the life out of her; she could feel the lick of flames, could smell the smoke, and could see his eyes like glaciers, uncaring and unmoved by her screaming.
"Please, no-- please." She was screaming.
"NO!"
Nina shot up, throat raw from the sound that had torn out of her. Her entire body shook and she caught sight of the embers of the camp fire - that alone sent her reeling backward, out from beneath the blankets made warm by their bodies.