Geralt's eyes fluttered closed, and he gave a long sigh. It was a blank sound, but he felt for the first time in days honestly relaxed. The stuff that Bull had shared with him hadn't been vodka, but it had been, maybe a little better.
In only a few drinks, it had managed to send warmth through him, though his throat still tingled.
"It was nearly a century ago now. I barely remember what everything was like before."
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Date: 2017-09-24 10:22 pm (UTC)In only a few drinks, it had managed to send warmth through him, though his throat still tingled.
"It was nearly a century ago now. I barely remember what everything was like before."
He opened his eyes again, looking at the Bull.
"No retirement under the Qun?"