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Mar. 30th, 2020 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morgynleriMore of In Familia Imperatoris. Pavetta and Geralt being quietly adorable.
"They agreed to everything." Geralt settles against the bench in the garden where Pavetta is currently laying, staring up at the fading colors of the sunset. He is quiet a moment before he snorts. "They said to think of the loans as a gift, and not to be concerned about repaying them now."
Pavetta lets out a quiet laugh, amusement and satisfaction both in the sound. "They'll be repaid, and with all the interest they could desire. We only needed a little breathing room until Nazair is back on its feet."
"I was covered in whatever is in the sewers other than those drowners." Geralt grins when Pavetta lets out another laugh. "I don't think they wanted to be in the room for longer than they had to in order to get the business concluded."
"Good." She rolls onto her side, reaching out to run her fingers through the still‒damp strands of his hair. "Thank you for meeting with the trade corporations."
Geralt tilts his head back, leaning into her touch. "It's something I'm good at, and something to be of use." He doesn't like that there's so little for a Witcher this far south, but at the same time, he hesitates to go back out on the path. To risk revealing the deception that the Imperial family had inflicted on Cintra and the North. Even if he still isn't sure it was the right thing to do.
"They agreed to everything." Geralt settles against the bench in the garden where Pavetta is currently laying, staring up at the fading colors of the sunset. He is quiet a moment before he snorts. "They said to think of the loans as a gift, and not to be concerned about repaying them now."
Pavetta lets out a quiet laugh, amusement and satisfaction both in the sound. "They'll be repaid, and with all the interest they could desire. We only needed a little breathing room until Nazair is back on its feet."
"I was covered in whatever is in the sewers other than those drowners." Geralt grins when Pavetta lets out another laugh. "I don't think they wanted to be in the room for longer than they had to in order to get the business concluded."
"Good." She rolls onto her side, reaching out to run her fingers through the still‒damp strands of his hair. "Thank you for meeting with the trade corporations."
Geralt tilts his head back, leaning into her touch. "It's something I'm good at, and something to be of use." He doesn't like that there's so little for a Witcher this far south, but at the same time, he hesitates to go back out on the path. To risk revealing the deception that the Imperial family had inflicted on Cintra and the North. Even if he still isn't sure it was the right thing to do.