The smile shook him, somehow, with the way it wobbled toward the end. The smell of blood was filling the alleyway, sweet, human and coppery, almost sickly, making his mouth water like the gasoline fumes did.
He shoved away the desire to pull Nina against him, not because it would be inappropriate, not even because he thought she might not want it, but because she was right that this ought to be gotten done with sooner, not later. Before it attracted something else in the dark beside a witcher.
It was a crime of skill, but also one of mad passion. That much even a cursory investigation could reveal. Geralt knelt by the corpse, yellow eyes almost swamped with enlarged pupils, taking in as much of the dim light of the alleyway as possible.
He could still hear blood dripping sluggishly into the sewerage grate nearby.
"Monster deserved it," he murmured. The Northern Kingdoms were flogged by war, covered with the smell of corpses. Chaos brought evil men out of hiding, brought out their cruelty and inflicted it on those already gone through immense suffering. He was too familiar with this sort of monster, the reason he carried a sword made of steel along with the silver one.
Geralt reached into his pocket for a paper packet, filled with powder. Saltpetre, calcium equum, black powder.
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Date: 2017-09-17 02:50 am (UTC)He shoved away the desire to pull Nina against him, not because it would be inappropriate, not even because he thought she might not want it, but because she was right that this ought to be gotten done with sooner, not later. Before it attracted something else in the dark beside a witcher.
It was a crime of skill, but also one of mad passion. That much even a cursory investigation could reveal. Geralt knelt by the corpse, yellow eyes almost swamped with enlarged pupils, taking in as much of the dim light of the alleyway as possible.
He could still hear blood dripping sluggishly into the sewerage grate nearby.
"Monster deserved it," he murmured. The Northern Kingdoms were flogged by war, covered with the smell of corpses. Chaos brought evil men out of hiding, brought out their cruelty and inflicted it on those already gone through immense suffering. He was too familiar with this sort of monster, the reason he carried a sword made of steel along with the silver one.
Geralt reached into his pocket for a paper packet, filled with powder. Saltpetre, calcium equum, black powder.
"Inej make it out of here?"