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Wish Plot [June 11]
Jun. 7th, 2018 11:28 pmNina was rather enamored with the site Geralt had chosen for his cottage in the woods. A lively little river ran by it, but the site itself was high enough to avoid flooding and was fairly level. The clearing had plenty of space for gardens, even the chickens that he wanted.
The house itself was making good time, possibly due to the help Geralt had. Nina may or may not have spent an afternoon or two watching fit men - and the Iron Bull - hauling lumber and doing construction.
Once they were certain the roof was waterproof, Nina suggested an inaugural night in the cabin. Utilities hadn't been hooked up yet, but that didn't matter: the evening was actually supposed to be cool and comfortable, and it sounded like a beautiful night to do some stargazing. She spent the evening making up constellations - and some what ridiculous stories to go with them - to Geralt: the bear that ate the moon, the princesses whose hair got tangled together, a serpent that might also be a rope.
She liked hearing his gruff, quiet laugh. She loved the his subtle smiles.
Her breath caught when a bright shooting star flew across the sky, and without thinking she whispered into the dark, "Make a wish."
Then she spent the rest of the night helping Geralt inaugurate various parts of the cottage. Come morning, she was fast asleep against his shoulder, dark hair loose from its braid, and nothing but a blanket between her and the surprisingly cool morning air.
The house itself was making good time, possibly due to the help Geralt had. Nina may or may not have spent an afternoon or two watching fit men - and the Iron Bull - hauling lumber and doing construction.
Once they were certain the roof was waterproof, Nina suggested an inaugural night in the cabin. Utilities hadn't been hooked up yet, but that didn't matter: the evening was actually supposed to be cool and comfortable, and it sounded like a beautiful night to do some stargazing. She spent the evening making up constellations - and some what ridiculous stories to go with them - to Geralt: the bear that ate the moon, the princesses whose hair got tangled together, a serpent that might also be a rope.
She liked hearing his gruff, quiet laugh. She loved the his subtle smiles.
Her breath caught when a bright shooting star flew across the sky, and without thinking she whispered into the dark, "Make a wish."
Then she spent the rest of the night helping Geralt inaugurate various parts of the cottage. Come morning, she was fast asleep against his shoulder, dark hair loose from its braid, and nothing but a blanket between her and the surprisingly cool morning air.
