#redeulogy

he  tore  the  gauze  free  of  the  roll  with  a  quick  yank  of  his  head  ,    then  tied  it  off  as  best  he  could  with  one  hand  .    this  made  the  process  difficult  ,    but  not  impossible  .    by  the  time  he  was  finished  with  that  business  ,    he  stood  ,    looking  around  the  village  in  which  they  had  stopped  to  rest  .    it  was  quaint  and  quiet  ,    and  for  once  the  people  did  not  comment  endlessly  on  either  the  witcher  or  the  troubadour  .

@redeulogy  .    ‘  you’re  leaving  already?    ’    -    from  dandelion

geralt's  gaze  slid  to  dandelion  .    and  stuck  .    from  anyone  else  ,    the  question  would  not  be  irregular  .    but  coming  from  the  fair  haired  ,    bright  -  eyed  man  with  the  penchant  for  idyllic  impressions  ,    geralt  became  wary  .

❛        don't  tell  me  you've  suddenly  come  up  with  some  fantastical  notion  about  why  we  should  stay  here  .    we  haven't  travelled  nearly  far  enough  for  the  day  to  justify  stopping  here  .        ❜        he  glanced  up  toward  the  sky  ,    slitting  his  pupils  .    fingers  twitched  at  his  sides  ;  he  fought  the  urge  to  shield  his  eyes  .        ❛        we  have  at  least  two  more  hours  .    what  reason  could  you  possibly  have  ?        ❜

𐎟܆᭝゜ random dialogue 2.0  !                 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .

in a rare moment of peace && quiet, maiza walks alongside ronny in pleasant silence along the shaded paths of washington square park. they're two rather unassuming figures ; even walking shoulder to shoulder, not every passerby would notice the depth of their proximity, && maiza relishes in the anonymity of being just far enough uptown that no one knows who they are.

when ronny stops in the middle of the sidewalk, face turned up to the sky, maiza pauses as well, eyes tracking him curiously.

❝  do you smell that?  it’s about to rain.  ❞

"so it is." raising his eyebrows, maiza gives ronny an expectant look. "are you commenting just to comment, or are you going to do something about it?" he loops his arm through ronny's, speaking low in his ear. "i'll remind you that you altered the weather for strangers once."

(Thankfully for all that are involved, it is simple boredom, and not Akiko being in one of her infamous moods. Evacuation deemed unnecessary. For now, at least.)

"Ranpo, tell me you've got some good news to share," She states plainly, gaze cast at the newspaper he held in his hands while setting her bag down on a desk. "We won a lottery and there's cash aflow. A dog won the running for our new Prime Minister. Anything."

She lets out a sigh as she has the phone to her ear. The two of them both knew that Yuri was just exaggerating. Yor had spoken to him two days ago. Yet he liked to make it seem like it's been a life time. "Yuri, I'm fine. I've just been helping out around the house and also dealing with work. So I've been busy. You can always just text me you know to check in." Yor explained.

Though she will give him a little credit since they haven't really had much time to spend together between her two jobs and also fake marriage. That may or may not be her wanting to make it real. Not that Yuri would ever find out about that. "Listen when's your next day off?" Yor asked. She'd need to inform Loid that she'd be inviting Yuri over but he's normally pretty good about letting him come over so it wasn't like it was a big deal.

"I THINK THAT'S A COMMON AMBITION. most people outgrow it, but not everyone." elmer, unusually somber, leans his elbow on the bar to look at smith seriously. "i had that kind of idea too. i remember telling a friend of mine that i wanted to make everyone in the world happy. he dismissed it as the delusions of a child, but i still feel that way. i still want to make the whole world smile. && i still think it's possible, too. i have all the time in the universe, so why not, right?"

the smile is back on his own face, but it's sadder than usual, too. "anyway, i don't think you should give up so easily. maybe you won't do something to change the world. but if you can make your mark on even one person — well, that's better than giving up entirely. if you can make just one person smile, who knows what they'll go on to do... that's called a chain reaction, i think."

in  all  honesty  ,    geralt  was  not  enjoying  this  evening  at  all  .    while  fringilla  was  off  tending  to  her  own  business        a  fact  so  gallantly  broached  by  the  man  before  him        geralt  was  left  having  to  fend  for  himself  amidst  the  finely  dressed  ,    upper  classed  citizens  of  toussaint  ,    who  not  only  largely  confused  his  straightforward  and  assertive  speech  as  northern  inhospitality  ,    but  also  delivered  their  opinions  in  such  grand  descriptions  that  geralt  couldn’t  hope  to  keep  up  with  it  .    he  stood  trapped  between  bouts  of  heightened  speech  and  full  conversation  ,    the  topics  of  which  the  witcher  cared  not  a  whit  about  .

he  had  only  just  been  thinking  of  how  he  would  rather  suffer  the  pangs  of  hunger  for  another  night    (  no matter  how  delicious  the  hors  d'oeuvres  of  the  south  were  )    when  cahir  approached  ,    driving  off  the  crowd  with  a  few  polite  words  of  his  own  .    he  supposed  he  should  be  grateful  ,    but  his  hackles  raised  regardless  :    to  feel  subpar  at  conversation  was  not  something  he  was  used  to  feeling  .

character build time! / accepting!

Lydia mostly abhors anything related to the sorceress etiquette.

I'll write two examples!

in the book series it is mentioned a few times that most sorceresses expect a kiss on the back of their hands as if they're royalty. Lydia doesn't like being touched. At all. She goes along with it, just to be polite and fit in, but will avoid it if she can.

the fashion/wardrobe is another thing. Sorceresses, when around their peers or royalty/politics, dress in a way that is meant to draw attention. They use glamarye to *jazz hands* dazzle, they wear their hair loose (which, as is mentioned in the books, only sorceresses and sex workers do) and also wear revealing or showy dresses. As everything in the books (god bless 'em) it's not just because. It is said that it's a presentation card, a way to show off power, to make a stand. Lydia does not like any of the attention that gets her, and doesn't care for power at all. She dresses in very conservative dresses, binds her chest, braids her hair and favors mainly dark colors as black, dark red, dark blue, dark purple (as an extra, she actually doesn't like wearing those. she likes white and pastels, but doesn't wear them).