Geralt of Rivia (
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2017-10-24 04:17 am (UTC)
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Geralt laughed, and gave a tug away from her, pulling against her grip, playful. It only barely hurt, and even then, only enough to feel pleasant.
"Careful," he said, pressed two fingers against her lips. His eyes wrinkled at the corners.
"We're out on a rooftop where anybody could just walk up on us. Not that the stars will care."
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"Careful," he said, pressed two fingers against her lips. His eyes wrinkled at the corners.
"We're out on a rooftop where anybody could just walk up on us. Not that the stars will care."