A noir night to remember
Miles Davis - Kind of BluePrologue
It began in a night when rain poured down on the dirty streets like it ever rarely did, the sky was black as no starts dared to show and even the moon spent most of its time hiding, only the city lights illuminated the paths and walkways of that little city who seemed more like a town. It was mostly a quiet city, trouble one very rarely come out to trouble someone, most people got along just fine, for all were quite educated, one could even say it was a city of charms, noblemen and noblewomen. Poverty, illness and sin were ever rarely found, that is except for that sin of lust, for it was not that hard to spot someone on a darker corner doing it shamelessly right there, and most pubs and cafes buzzed with men and women hitting on each other, teasing games, flirty talk, indirect compliments… and even direct ones all mixed with the slight scent of martinis and absinthe.
But in one of those cafes in particular, placed at the southwest corners of that peaceful city, the ambient wasn’t so buzzed as one would expect, considering all the other places. There stood a band on a small stage, playing a calm and relaxing jazz, with a few mixes of classical ambient music who tried to lure folk in, the bar counter spread from one side to the other having space enough for ten stools, which was quite a bit compared to the five tables of four that occupied the rest of the place.
On one of the stools stood a woman, with an average height, a smooth and long hair toned in a dark brown flowing down into her shoulders and her slightly uncovered back, her brown eyes with a soft touch of silver admiring the band’s performance, on her was a slender black dress with a short skirt and a revealing cleavage, one that slight pushed the boundaries of the allowed at the time as the edge ended near the knees and not the common after the knees ending, black stockings then covered her legs, at least for what could be seen, and to finish, some simple black toned heels with a subtle stiletto look. Her pose had her leaning her right side gently against the counter, her hand supporting her head as it pushed gently against her check and her elbow resting against the top of the counter made out of ebon wood, a glass with two ice cubes and an opaque sunset colored concoction
a few mere inches away from her elbow, ready to be reached for at any given time by her. And other than her and the four members of the band, only the bartender occupied the place but that was soon to change.
The mysterious lone wolf
As the band’s music crescendo was about to hit its peak, an earth quaking thunder lights the streets in such strength that despite not creating any power outages, the flash is able to blind everyone in the town for a brief moment lasting a few seconds and also stop the band from playing.
Once the flash dissipates and the dark calm ambient of the pouring rain returns, a man stands at the door, despite the flash of light being brief, it was long enough for this stranger to make an appearance from nowhere. Pushing the door open, the man walks into the bar and as the flash dissipates completely the inner lights now shed some illumination on him, allowing to see his barely dry suit, made out of slightly thicker wool, no tie restraining his neck and the top two buttons of the white shirt unbuttoned, a long black leather coat covering the suit, and perfectly clean black shoes being the finishing touch on his detective like attire with the added extra detail of a pendant with the head of a sharply stylized wolf and a ring over it. His face covered in a soft black beard that was neither too long nor too short, and showed quite a remarkable care with it, same was said for his long, black, straight hair that barely hovered over his shoulders, and deep green hazel eyes. As he proceeds further in, he sits one stool away from the woman after unbuttoning his inner jacket and vest, and as he does, the woman’s attention is revoked from band and redirected to him as she softly spins around in the stool, her left side now being the one support her weight as she leans on it, her left arm however resting flat against the counter and her right arm extended, with the index finger slowly tracing the edge of her glass. “A glass of Dalmore 64 if you’d please kind Sir, single rock, leave the bottle.” The man asked. The bartender placing his white towel on his shoulder as he stopped cleaning and drying the café’s glasses and kneeled his bowed his head down to confirm the request before leaning down, his knees slightly bent as he grabbed from under the counter a finely crafted wooden box of velvet cherry wood, with a silver plaque showing how rare the requested drink was, not only that, the upper part was not covered by wood but by fine crys-
tal that allowed one to look inside into the silk pillow that safely secured the fine crafted bottle containing and rich velvet colored whiskey. Placing the box on top of the counter half an arm away from the mysterious man, the bartender opens the box and carefully pops the cork before pouring the content into a fine crystal glass, filling half of it before placing a perfect sphere of clean ice. Closing the box and leaving the bottle next to it after having placed the order in front of the man the bartender requests the payment. “If you’d please, that would be 13.666 € Sir.” He says fearing that the man had no money to pay for one of the most expensive drinks in the establishment and more importantly knowing the rule was that all requests were to be paid once served. But to his surprise the man reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket and from it he retrieves a large amount of bills, more than enough to cover his tab. “Keep the change.” The man adds to his payment as the bartender fully bows down thanking the payment and tip before asking if he’d need anything else, to which the mane shakes his head softly allowing the humble bartender to go back to his previous action, continuing to clean the crystal glasses spotless. It is at this moment that the band resumes their performance and the silence ceases.
Taking his first sip of the drink, the man then follows by reaching for a notebook from another pocket and a pen, a great number of scribblings and notes could be spotted on the notebook and it seemed the man was studying something, or trying to figure something out by the focused but slightly confused expression he had, it is at that moment that the woman tries to have a glancing peak at the notes, however she is unable to understand anything at the distance. Moving closer to him, almost too close she softly asks, in an almost whispery tone. “Would you perhaps like some help Sir? …” She hesitates at the end, not yet knowing the man’s identity, but curious about it and his reasons of being there, between many other things before following with a request. “Humm … I also believe we’ve not yet met, I’m Yennefer, and you’d be?” Once she finishes her speech she softly bites her lower lip awaiting a reply. That is replied to soon after, the man closing his notebook and resting the pen on top of it, taking another sip before looking at her sideways momentarily and soon after turning to face her, his eyes tracing the silhouette of her slender form as he answers. “You may call me Myth … or in a more personal way Geralt. It is a pleasing feeling to meet you M’Lady, however I believe I must refuse yours gracious help this time as my … problems, involve some sensitive informa-
tion most public would not understand.” As he finishes his speech so do his eyes who finally reach hers, ending his speech by taking another gentle sip of his glass.
Smirking softly “Very well, if you truly wish to refuse … “the woman replies as she pretends to start losing her interest in him. And despite knowing the game well enough he decides to play along with her “Well … perhaps there is indeed something you can help me other than that. At least for now.” He replies before the woman, getting slightly less interested answers. “Right to business aren’t we? And here I thought there would be a bit more tease in it…” Smirking gently he adds. “I think you might have misunderstood me, what I meant to say, in full terms now at least is if perhaps you’d like to join me in listening to this marvelously musical performance and later on guide me to a hotel to stay the night.” Slightly blushing the woman nods her head, both then leaning their backs against the counter, after he had placed his drink to his left so he could reach it at any time when necessary, and she doing the same but to her right. Soon after his arm sneaking behind her back, his fingertips strolling through one side of her upper back to the other as he has two more sips finishing the glass before signaling the bartender for a refill. And so the rest of the night is spent as she gradually moved closer to him to a cuddling point at the end, the discussion between the two simply referring to the musical genius of the band and the landscapes the song played in their heads… and emptying a full bottle of whiskey in the meantime that should have made any ordinary man beyond tipsy after the third glass much less the 13th.
Reaching the end of the night, the band closes their act and leave the premises of the building as silence takes place again, the bartender finishing the tidying and cleaning of the place before asking the two clients to step outside so he’d be able to close. And so they do, stepping into the dark streets where the rain still poured as hard as ever. “Well then Sir… what would your plans for the rest of the evening be?” She asks, in a slightly teasing tone. “Well I still require help in finding a place to stay the night … and it seems I could also help you by giving you a ride home?” He says as he reaches for the keys to a black motorcycle with a rather exotic and rich look, and despite hesitant for a second, as riding a bike wasn’t exactly in her plans specially with such an amount of rain out, but it was still better than the option of walking all the way across town to its center to what she nodded, accepting the lift given. “Would you happen to have a spare helmet then Sir?” She questions,
before being handed over one such black helmet, and before he placed his helmet as both took a sit in the bike. “So where should we go to?” immediately replying the woman shares her address, nodding the man places his helmet before they depart in a speed way over the limit allowed. However, despite this, the woman felt safe that no accidents would happen as long as he was the rider.
Rain to steam
Once they arrive and her place, he stops the bike under the covered area of her house’s Chinese inspired garden. Both simultaneously removing their helmets. “I trust you to be delivered home safe and sound then Missy, but I still require than one tiny help at finding directions for a place to stay a night…” He speaks in a slightly teasing tone, half inviting himself over in. Which worked, as with a tender smile on her lips, moving one flock of her away from her eyes she replies. “Well perhaps you’d like to come in, tell me about that little notebook of yours and in exchange I could set up a room for you to crash in. What do you say Sir?” Nodding his head, he parks the bike and saves the helmets in the comportment beneath the seat before accompanying the woman inside, both placing their wet coats at the holder, she also removes her heels leaving them in a messy around on the floor as she walks into the living room, lighting the fireplace and sitting comfortably on the couch, the man follows her, not yet taking a sit. “So … the notes ehh?” He asks as she nods softly. “Very well I guess I could show it to you now … but then I might ruin this warming ambient that has taken place inside no? Perhaps you’d care to join me for a dance instead first?” He continues, trying to avoid the notes to be seen, to which offer she accepts, intrigued about his dancing skills as well as if he’d ever allow the notes to be seen.
She stands up from the couch as he places a delicately picked vinyl disc from her collection into the turn table, and as a Osvaldo Pugliese’s Catuzo starts to play, he walks back to her, and as she turns her back to him, he quickly moves his hands to the side of her shoulders and closes the gap between the two before slowly starting to slide his hands down only to be stopped as she turns around to face him, mere millimeters separating their lips and fiery gazes from the other, her hands reaching for the top of his chest, his left hand moving to her lower back preparing to support her as the other teases her right side lower and lower into the back of her leg
right on top of her knee, soon pulling her leg to him as he moves his body back giving an introductory pace to the fierce and fiery dance that soon follows, their leaps often rubbing against the other teasingly, his hands reaching for places one wouldn’t dare try touching in other circumstances, a look in both of their eyes as passionate as the novels deliver, a tension caused by the two trying to resist into the temptation the other poses. But as the song comes to an end both give in and at the finale, as he leans her body down holding her in his right arm as his left hand teases her thigh, and her leg wraps around him, both their lips glue together and one of the most passionate and steaming kisses is shared.
Without breaking their lips apart, he brings her body up again and as she stands straight again he loses no time and moves both of his hands to upper part of her thighs before lifting her up in the air, her legs both wrapping around him now as they start moving to the wall were warm and cold fight for temperature dominance near the fireplace. Placing her back tightly against the wall her body’s now supported mostly by the grip of her legs around him and his supporting waist line, at that moment he breaks the kiss and slowly moves her body up a bit as his lips gently trace over the skin from her lips to her collarbone, meanwhile she leans her head to the side, biting down on her lip gently and releasing a soft moan near his ear. Soon after he pulls her away from the wall to move to the couch where he softly lays her down, his right leg kneeling down on her left side as the other leg stands out from the couch straight, moving his hands now down her form into the bottom of her skirt where he slowly starts to pull up while her delicate fingers reach to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly and soon removing it revealing a few amount of scars spread across his torso, her nails tracing each, imagining how they came to be again to be stopped by his hands as his left one pulls her back closer to him and the other continues to pull the dress up, soon removing it to reveal the black garter belt and lingerie panties that matched the stockings, however she had no bra under her dress, which made their skin contact immediate as he laid her back down and lean closer.
Much followed after that for quite a while, as they moved from the couch to the corridor and ended in the bed where they now laid down, resting and soundly sleeping. But this peace was soon to be broken as the dawn became closer and the rain slowly stopped.
The abducting fog
As the first sun rays peak through the thick fog that formed and the rain stops covering the landscape, the couple mindlessly sleeping, the silk sheet covering them in a messy way that had his torso and her right leg uncovered, his left arm under his head supporting it over the pillow while the other extended to the right, over her pillow as she laid on it, as she cuddled his body. But through the bedroom’s large windows a weird vault creeped, like a ghost who faded away as smoothly as it faded in. Minutes later a scream echoed through the streets, waking them both up, but while she slowly takes her time to get up from the bed and to put on the first piece of covering clothes she can find, he rushes to put his pants and his holsters on before storming outside in search of where the scream came from and what was the reason behind it. And it is that the next door that he finds a young girl being taken away through the air like magic, with a weird vault of fog carrying her however, running after the girl he soon catches up. And it is then that he realizes the child was being abducted by one creature he had been trying to hunt down for the past week, a foglet, a creature with long arms and sharp claws, resembling a globin, but with an unparalleled art of deception as it stands nearly invisible inside the fog, Geralt draws his two silver guns and quickly starts to empty the magazine, but it is to no avail as the creature manages to evade nearly all of the bullets, however the few that managed to hit the marked cause it to drop the girl on the puddled floor, but while most would flee and leave their prey behind, the foglet merely stops his escape and decides to go on the offensive, creating multiple illusions and copies of itself to attack the man, forcing him to draw the silver blade with elven runes that was hidden through the whole time, however all the man manages to do is wound the creature with scratches and bruises while standing mostly on a defensive pose that still manages to fail at defending all the swipes and blows the creature lashed at him, especially when he was barely protected from such attacks. Eventually knowing he’d not be able to defeat the beast the man runs to try and grab the girl so they could then escape back, but it is when he’s almost at grab’s reach that the creature quickly grabs the girl and disappears into the fog leading only a soft trail of blood droplets that would be mostly hidden ‘till the fog fully lifted from the streets. Knowing his defeat for now the man holstered his sword and his gun after grabbing them from the floor before heading back into Yennefer’s home to grab his clothes now knowing that at last he had a trail to follow one that so soon wouldn’t disappear.
Once back at home he finds Yennefer leaning against the window waiting his return to what she again asks. “So… Will you now accept my help at long last or shall you continue to be a selfish prick and go alone into the pits of death again?” Slightly weakened the man however replies. “I’ll manage on my own thank you.” Stubborn as before. “But if you’d give me back my shirt I’d be most pleased.” He continued smirking softly as she had worn his shirt instead of one of hers. “Ehhh … ooops” She exclaimed with a soft touch of red on her cheeks before she stripped down revealing her nude self once more, the man thanked as he started to dress his outfit back, to what she did the same but instead of a dress this time she went into a more useful attire, a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top again revealing some cleavage, black suspenders with two holsters for the handguns she’d pick up afterwards, black tight jeans that mostly adapted to her legs, knee high black leather boots with a gentle heel and a mid-thigh black wool coat, with fur on the sleeves ending and the neck, also slightly unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage. As soon as both finish dressing up, he reaches for an iron box in his pocket from where he pulls a black cigarette and a lighter however while doing so he accidentally drops his notebook without realizing, meanwhile she was reaching for the pair of black handguns she had in her bedtable upper drawer, realizing the notebook falling but knowing this to be her chance at reading it, she does not warn him of it, standing up and holstering her guns. “You certain I can’t convince you to at least let me come?” to what he replies as he lights his cigarette and his wounds slowly start to heal faster than they should “Persistent aren’t we? I believe it is best if you don’t …” cracking his neck “Perhaps we’ll get the chance to meet again someday, ‘till day I bid you farewell Ma’am” he finishes before stepping outside. “Hmph… We’ll see about that won’t we? Now let me see what have we here…” She speaks as he fades into the fog, reaching down to grab his notebook before walking into the living room, setting the fireplace a blaze, not with a match or a lighter however but with a slight of her hand, like magic, sitting down on the couch as she starts to read through the scribbled pages of the notebook.
Pulling the curtain of mystery
As her eyes read further and further into the scribblings of the notebook, she started to realize the man was so secretive about his self and the work he conducted, for just like her he was not entirely a mere normal human, however what
made them both different from common humans was not the same thing. While she was what most would call a witch, even though that would still be wrong, for the only magic she could use was mostly fire, ice and dark magic… making her an elemental, he however, had no magical powers, but his senses were far beyond hers or any other human, his eyes would grant him vision even in total darkness, his scent would surpass even the most trained search dog and his earing would make a bat’s hearing common. Not only that his strength was near double or triple the common human and so was his reflexes, agility and perception. Fair to say that made him a perfect detective which was kind of what he did… However, she came to learn of this truth trough the harsh scribblings that shared most of his biography which started with the fact that he was an orphan since the beginning, or an unwanted child left to rot in the streets for the macrophage to feast upon, saved by two man who’d become his mentors in the art of investigation, fighting, gun wielding and slinging, and many more arts that would prove decisive in his current future, the experiments on him as a teenager after he had finished and completed his trials in a remarkable way. Experiments these that amplified his already augmented senses due to his hard and rigorous training, and how he had lived alone on the road like a lone wolf from city to city, town to town, camp to camp, hunting supernatural beings, solving recent and ancient mysteries, and gathering quite a sum of money from bounties and rewards as he did so.
After a few more pages where she learned of all of his adventures and investigations some that would be complete jigsaws without any connection between them, or nearly impossible to solve riddles she finds a few pages with names of cities and places, most simply had the names, others had a circle around and some would be scratched over to a point it was nearly impossible to read. The meaning of this was nowhere to be found, however at the end she found the name of her city, it also had a circle around it which lead her to imagine the meanings of such signals, perhaps it the names meant the cities he had traveled to, those with a circle probably where he found someone he stood the night with? Or perhaps someone he found attractive, but maybe it was something else, maybe those were the cities he enjoyed and likely would come back one day, perhaps he had a good stay and welcome on those, and the scribbled ones perhaps he was banished, maybe folk found out about his beyond human abilities and didn’t wish a freak nearby. The meanings were still not to be found but she continued to speculate a little further, until she
gave up and continued to read, eventually she’d come to the page he was taking notes early on at the cafe.
The notes all revolved around the mysterious disappearing’s in the surroundings, usually children, young girls and boys, the purpose unknown but these disappearances had all started many years ago, there were no witnesses so far and after a while the investigating identities simply started to archive the cases if they couldn’t find an explanation in less than a month. Worse than that was the great amount that piled up already. Further one there were a few hints of what could be causing these, suspects, both human and supernatural, some reports about weird creature sightings and such and a slightly large note with an exclamation mark that read “Seems to be the job of a spectral being, or an ekimmara, or something between these two… And it all seems to lead somewhere to the swamp southeast …” as she finished reading this she closed the notebook and saved it in her coat’s pocket, with the snap of her right hand’s fingers the fire was put out before she opened a portal that would lead her into the mentioned swamp, specially to a place she had a hint on could be it.
A clouded reunion
Finding himself nearly lost in the thick fog that covered the swamp, Geralt still follows the weak trail of blood left behind by the foglet, a few scratches and cuts on his coat showed that his path so far hasn’t been free of encounters with creatures and beasts and that despite having his sword drawn and slowly walking in a defensive stance not even his undisputed skills managed to always protect him.
Slightly further in it is to his surprise that a familiar voice calls his name from nearby, standing still he focuses his senses as he tries to find the direction and source of this call, a few seconds later the voice calls again, slightly mocking him as it implies that he’s blind for not finding the source. But it is now that he manages to find the direction, following it, which leads him to find Yennefer leaning against the trunk of a tree, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “For someone who absolutely would manage on his own you do seem slightly lost you know?” She says, as he slightly lowers his guard. “Well I’m sure I could manage. Sooner or later. And what would you be doing here missy?” He questions, to what she replies
by reaching for the notebook she had in her pocket. “I might have found this certain something that a certain somebody manage to somehow certainly loose in my yard you see… And curiosity killed the pussy. I mean the cat.” Giggling softly, she winks at him as she finishes with the joke. “Perhaps I should be careful next time, and not let someone borrow my shirt and then strip it right in front of me, one can only get distract when such happens. Specially with a scenario like that” He adds, only to get softly pushed on the shoulder by her as she moves away from the tree and starts to walk away after throwing the notebook into the air for him to catch and save, which she does as she asks. “Well you coming or you going to stare to the other side of that scenario now ehh?” “Guess I can’t convince you to let me proceed alone can I? Well then lead on and I’ll be right behind.” He finishes as he starts following her deeper into the swamp through the thickening fog.
A few minutes and beasts later both unscratched, Yennefer stumbles on an unknown object, caught by Geralt’s arms as she nearly falls to the muddy ground. Composing herself from the near fall, Geralt squats down to analyze what she stumbled since it looked like at first glance that a skeleton laid there, and he was right, she had just stumbled on a clean skull, not an inch of flesh remaining, it showed that it had been there for a long time. Signaling her to have a look she requests. “Step away for a moment please, let me handle this one.” Doing as requested, he steps away a bit, and recurring to her black magic, unafraid of what he’d think of it she casts a spell that manages to clear the fog in a vast area around them, a huge grave of skeletons is revealed, with piles of bones that went way further than the first reported disappearances. In fact, it implied that these had been there for far over a millennium. Whatever was behind it all was ancient and should be taken with caution. In the middle of all the corpses however, a trail of mud, dirt and shattered bones lead on ahead. Agreeing to follow the trail they would soon start to see in the distance what would resemble an entrance into a cavern, however it was at this moment that they were caught off guard and ambushed by a group of seven foglets, while these where still infants and weaker than the normal, they were still dangerous creatures and far more ferocious than their grown up elders, except that heir deception skill was almost inexistent. The fight didn’t take long however, even though the two still struggled to defeat these without being armed. But it was not to be the last ambush as three more followed ‘till they finally reached the cavern’s entrance. Both took a deep breath as they prepared to venture inside
the dark, wet and tightly spaced lair of the beast. Carefully venturing further in, step by step, soon Yennefer casts a tiny flame allowing both of them better vision of what they were stepping in. Later finding themselves in a wide open area of the cavern, where the path ended and no other way in or out was seen, drawings in blood spread across the walls of what would resembled an inner cupule, a great number of skeletons impaled into the walls and a large shrieking sound heard across it all. Looking down they then realize that a great number of foglets inhabited the cavern, and in the center a sacrificial altar that also resembled a feasting table, on it remained the child kidnapped early on, held not by a foglet however but an ekimmara, larger than the regular one and apparently smarter too.
A butchering rescue
Both knew at first glance that against such an army it wouldn’t matter how many bullets they were to use or how skilled with guns and swords they were, it would be no small feat to defeat these army, specially without strategy and most importantly without injuring the child. “This might be harder than I thought, perhaps having you by my side isn’t such a regretful decision after all … unless we both die in here. That would be a shame.” He comments, both laughing softly because of his ending words. “You know this isn’t exactly the best place or situation to joke, but if you wish to play it like that, how about you take the one hundred something on your side and I the other hundred something on mine? Whoever dies first pays the next round.” She added before both started to go at it with jokes as the army of foglets started to approach them. “Ah Ah, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Black magic and all were I to die you’d actually manage to get me to pay the round. And a few other things. Perhaps someday but for now how about you use those spelling charms of yours and create a protective cage of bones around that child there and then set the place ablaze, it is sure to burn the majority of them … and the leftover strugglers will be quite easier to deal with afterwards.” “Hmmm having you as a slave would have been interesting but I guess that without personality it would also be boring, and your idea might not be that bad at all but you know things like that do take a while to be cast, someone will eventually have to cover my ass here while I’m in this fragile position of a casting damsel in distress.” She comments as she sticks her tongue out. “Ay seems like a fair deal, besides covering that rear end of yours isn’t that bad either.”
As the joke battle ends both stuck their backs together as a good group of foglets had approached already, battling these first few, streams of fire and impaling icicles join forces with the sharp silver sword. One by one opening a safe margin that would allow the woman to start casting the first spell as the man would then take care of the foglets that kept approaching slowly one by one, or two by two it wouldn’t matter.
And so as he uses his sword to cut the creatures in half, the woman slowly starts to rise into the air a few inches from the floor, her eyes turning into complete darkness and a few sparks streaming through her hands as she began gather the bones outside and bringing them inside. Soon after a stream of bones of all sizes and shapes starts to fly by them towards the child that starts to soon have a cage form around her, think as a wall should be to resist fire, but with enough spots of air spread all around allowing for some air to still flow by without risking fire to follow. And as soon as the cage’s complete Yennefer’s eyes turn back into normal and her feet touch the floor again, kneeling down as soon as they do, taking some time to recover the necessary energy to cast the second spell, gathering some breath at the same time. “Tired already? Did I tire you out too much yesterday missy?” He provoked, as he kept battling the flowing army that would be quite a tall pile of bodies by now wouldn’t they turn into a brief cloud once they were killed. “Ah Ah Ah, how funny. I’ll show you later on who tires who Mister.” She replies while slowly standing up again nearly prepared to cast the second and final spell. Moments later. “Well then here it goes, prepare to cover yourself least you wish to be a human beef, a very well made one.” She warns, seconds before her eyes turn into flames, and as they do he cuts down the closest foe before tumbling away into the close thing to cover. Once covered a pillar of fire quickly surges in the center of the cupule, quickly expanding and burning every single foe and object inside, except that is for her, the cage, that gets merely its first layer melted and the second cover burnt, the ekimmara that somehow manages to survive the infernal blaze barely untouched, and the man who slowly comes from out of the cover cleaning his forehead due to the extreme heat that just formed inside. And as she again kneels down to recover her strengths. “Guess the pickup line stating how hot you are isn’t a lie ehh?” Giggling he states, as he tosses a bottle of water at her. “Might be better to stick to those black pellet shooters you have now, I doubt this last one will need such power to be taken down, despite not having a scratch on him…” He
adds as she quickly sips the bottle empty before nodding her head in agreement. Waiting for her to fully recover, once she stands up both storm ahead towards the final enemy where a final battle takes place, bullets flying all around as they come hot out of her guns, while he focus mainly in using his sword to try and harm the beast, whose skin was so thick it barely got scratched, using his free hand to shoot a few well-placed bullets into the beast’s eyes, that turns out to be the best way to deal damage to the beast. Soon emptying both their gun’s magazines they knew the fight would be nowhere to end if they didn’t again strategize, which she did mainly on her own this time, using minor magic this time to cast a small pillar of ice that would fall against the beast, bringing its head lower enough for it to be attacked with the sword, and not losing the chance Geralt took the final blow by stabbing the creature’s head with it. A nearly earth quaking shriek following as the beast drew its last breath. Removing the sword from the beast’s corpse, he picked a tissue from his coat’s pockets, cleaning the blade into a crystal clear shape as the woman joined him, so both could at the same time rescue the child. Which they did, having Geralt use the sword pommel to crack the bone cage open enough for them to reach down and grab the child, that they then carried back into town on his shoulders, as they tried to comfort it hoping the damaging experience would have minor effects only.
Coffee, seashore and the horizon
Once back in town the child was delivered safely home and once her parent’s asked what happened, both made up a quick however oddly similar lie that someone from outer town kidnapped her and as they were traveling by bike they took it upon themselves to chase after and save her. Oddly enough they believed the two, thanked both for it and even offered a reward for it, which Yennefer didn’t wish to accept, however they ended up accepting as Geralt’s opinion in refusing was nowhere to be found. Once the door closed they took a stroll back into her house where Geralt then started to move away into his bike. “So … leaving already? No goodbye or anything huh?” She asks hoping the answer to be other than anything like a yes. “Well I was actually just going to rev up the bike and would outside for you to get prepared to have some coffee … I don’t know about you but I sure as hell need one.” He stated to what she tenderly smiled and nodded her head, walking inside to take a shower but shouting at him before doing so. “Hey you could also
take a shower you know. You kind of stink now. And I’m sure I have some better clothes for you to wear around here from my father … or ex … Or something. “She giggled to herself as she waited a bit for him to show up inside, browsing through her belongings to find some decent clothes that would fit him, finding the last piece of the outfit as soon as he walked into her bedroom door, turning around to see him. “So is it that I only stink or is it you need some help cleaning your back?” He asked in a teasing tone to what she replied. “Well … maybe both.” Both moved from her bedroom and into the bathroom, a pile of clothes spread through the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs, and once in the shower, door closed and the warm water pouring down from the showerhead created a thick cloud of steam, and occasional moans spread throughout the houses corridors.
A few minutes passed and once their businesses in the shower had finished, both placing similar but fresh clothes on, they walked outside and climbed into his bike before they drove away. Soon after finding themselves at the north part of the town, an Americano in each one’s hand, as they leaned against the bike, her head leant against his right shoulder and his right arm extended around her back holding her close, sipping their steaming coffee as they stared into final part of the sunrise. “So what do you intend to do now Mister? You going to stick around or do I have to stalk you from now on?” She asked to what he’d release a soft smile, perhaps the first one she saw on his lips without an intended joke behind, however no reply was given and silence, as well as a comfortable embrace and a magnificent sunrise took place as they slowly sipped their coffee, waiting for what would be ahead of them from that day on to come.