[ Genya arrives just when she said she would. She has a look of satisfaction and a purse full of the coin owed to him. She presents it to him with a toss of the bag in his direction. ]
Payment for services rendered. [ She's no true Healer or Heartrender, but she's learned enough to find sway with those through their heart and body. ]
[ Geralt takes the coin, surprised that Genya had actually been able to secure his payment. Perhaps he'll be able to make it back to Kaer Morhen after all. ]
Thank you, [ he says, pushing a bottle of wine toward her. ] There's a bath upstairs. I can warm it if it's cooled.
[ It took a bit of application of the small science to get her way. She's not as well versed as Nina, but she's learned enough to get by. She gives him a warm smile as she takes the bottle of wine. ]
[ She takes a moment and pointedly looks him over. Her expression doesn't change. She doesn't see him any differently. ]
You're the one that did all the hard work. I only used pretty words to get your well deserved coin. [ Regardless, she follows him up the stairs. It's been a long day. ]
I didn't think you would want a bath after I'd gotten it full of blood and viscera. I don't mind if you go first. [ Truly, he doesn't. The bath is already there and full when he opens the door to the room, and he warms it again with a quick cast of igni. ]
I can leave the room, if you'd like. [ Although he doesn't think she does. ]
[ She opens the bottle of wine and takes a sip before she passes it to him. She's long gotten used to life without the luxury of the palace. She likes it better that way. It's safer for her. ]
You don't have to if you'd like. You can tell me what the next stop is.
[ He does avert his gaze so that she can strip and get into the bath, but the water doesn't really conceal much. Geralt himself is comfortable with nudity, so this isn't something he's concerned about. ]
I'm heading north next. Nilfgaard has been spreading word that witchers are dangerous and not to be trusted. It's nothing new, but I'd like to avoid the area until that calms down.
[ Genya strips and sinks into the still hot bath. She starts to wash, making sure to lather her body and hair with the soap provided. She listens as he speaks. ]
North then. I'm sure you can continue to have use of a Tailor at your side, no?
[ She tries not to take too long. A hot bath like this is luxurious, and she doesn't want to let it cool too much before he has a chance to enjoy it. She washes herself clean until her skin is pink and her hair drips. ]
You wouldn't have gotten laid without me tonight, remember?
There's another event today. She'd been contracted for the evening for the first night of Ketterdam Fashion Week. It's an exclusive event and an honor to work her talents on the many models walking. Her talents had been well sought after for years now to the point that Genya had to decline many offers from incredible clientele, but this is something she couldn't pass up.
Checking the clock, she realizes it's nearly time for her to go. She's dressed in sleek black with her red hair curls neatly pinned up. All she needs is to ensure Zoya's ready. Ever since Genya had begun to rise in popularity, she'd needed more protection. There's endless stalking attempts and people jealous about of her that covet her ability.
"Zoya!" she declared as she swoops into her room of their luxurious suite. She eyes what she's wearing and shakes her head with exasperation. "Oh, absolutely not. I cannot in good conscience allow you to go out like that. I care about you too much for that!"
There's really nothing wrong with what she's wearing. Genya likes having an excuse to dress her up.
"There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing, Genya," she drawls, annoyed. Her navy slacks and blazer fit nicely to her shape, but they're nothing overly fancy. While Zoya enjoys dressing up now and then, she's come to dislike having so many eyes on her at all times. It can be suffocating.
Besides, this isn't for her. She's attending to support Genya; she wishes to draw as little attention to herself as possible to ensure that no slimeball causes her great discomfort. What good is she if she's too distracted to punch someone in the face?
She lifts her brows, attempting to look as unmoveable as possible. (Zoya knows it will amount to nothing.) "We need to go, or else we'll be late." It hardly matters that they'd be hours too early.
"No, there certainly isn't, but it's not something I would dress anyone in, and everyone will know that," she clucks her tongue at her. Zoya's wardrobe is sleek and practical. She likes blues and blacks the best. Her clothes are well tailored. Truly, were she anyone else, she would be pleased with the outfit she put together. But not Genya.
"We have plenty of time," she tells her distractedly as she does a circle around Zoya. Her hand reaches out to touch along her blaze experimentally. "In fact, I have some time to give this blazer exactly what it needs. Off with it! Let me work my magic. I'll do your hair next."
She's going to make Zoya pop whether she likes it or not. She'll see some very nice sparkly appliqués to the blazer's lapels and along the back. It'll be a sight to behold. The beauty of fashion is that it doesn't need to always be over the top. A bold statement piece speaks volumes.
Glaring at her, Zoya reluctantly slips the blazer off and hands it to Genya. She's careful not to wrinkle it, not wishing to potentially prompt her into a gentle reprimand for not treating her blazer with pride and respect. Zoya always prefers handling things roughly, partly because there's a chance she'll get a rise out of her.
Crossing her arms against her chest, she frowns deeply. "What's wrong with my hair?" It takes all her willpower not to lift her hand to her hair to brush her fingers through it.
"Your hair is beautiful. You know how much I love how silky and shiny it is. So thick!" Genya sighs. She takes the blazer and leads her to the living room where she has her work station set up. She sets right to work on sewing on the appliqués along the back in an arching motion. Like a pair of wings almost.
"I was thinking of putting your hair up. Very high ponytail. Perhaps a silver bangle around the base. Gives you that sexy badass look and shows off my fine work on your back!" she continues excitedly. She lifts her gaze to smile at her and study her lovely face. "Definitely with a bold red lip. Maybe even a darker red. Wine perhaps?"
Zoya has always been a muse for her. She sparks flowing inspiration in her so easily.
Playfully narrowing her eyes, Zoya regards Genya as though she's a suspicious sort. After a moment, she caves.
Of course, she concedes. Anything Genya wishes to do, Zoya allows her to. She never has a good argument to persuade either of them otherwise.
"I won't forget you using how much I like wine against me," she says. Zoya approaches her, choosing to hover much like a dragonfly. Resting her hands against the back of Genya's seat, she intends to smother her with her presence as revenge. "When will you fuss about yourself this much?"
She smiles to herself when Zoya hovers. She's constantly finding ways to get in her space which quietly delights her. She likes when she's close. She always smells good. Something of spice and a deeper floral that blends together into something that's uniquely Zoya. She works while she stays close. Her fingers are nimble as she sews the appliqués quickly. It's a quick stitch that will hold for the night. She can do a proper application tomorrow.
"Why do I need to fuss over me when I have you to do that?" she reminds her cheekily. Genya turns her head slightly when she glances up at her. She wants to get a good view of her when she smirks. "Besides, I think you like it when I fuss over you. You never let anyone else do it."
Nothing is, but forward is the only way to go. We can no longer turn back to where we've come.
[ She's practical and pragmatic. There's no room for hesitation. The Grisha do simply what must be done. They've learned if they do not, it will be the end of them. Lord Crow may brood all he likes about the possibilities and all that he must take into consideration, but ultimately, none of it matters.
The White Walkers come for them all, Wall be damned.
He does manage a slight smile. A rather lopsided one, but a smile nonetheless. It softens his brooding features. She finds that she rather likes it. It's a pity that it comes so rarely. ]
That is a fine sentiment to drink to. I suppose if we do not, it matters not in the end. We'll all be dead anyway.
[ She's wry as she speaks. She would like to continue living, but the Grisha walk with death. All Wildlings do. It's an inevitable. ]
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on 2023-09-08 05:18 pm (UTC)When should I expect you?
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on 2023-09-11 01:12 pm (UTC)Payment for services rendered. [ She's no true Healer or Heartrender, but she's learned enough to find sway with those through their heart and body. ]
sorry, lots going on irl right now
on 2023-09-14 09:51 pm (UTC)Thank you, [ he says, pushing a bottle of wine toward her. ] There's a bath upstairs. I can warm it if it's cooled.
no worries, hope it gets better!
on 2023-09-18 01:13 pm (UTC)Have you had your go already?
Ty <3
on 2023-09-19 04:22 pm (UTC)Come.
[ He guides her up the stairs to his room, where there is indeed a bath waiting. ]
of course! ❤️
on 2023-09-19 04:34 pm (UTC)You're the one that did all the hard work. I only used pretty words to get your well deserved coin. [ Regardless, she follows him up the stairs. It's been a long day. ]
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on 2023-09-20 09:59 pm (UTC)I can leave the room, if you'd like. [ Although he doesn't think she does. ]
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on 2023-09-22 03:07 pm (UTC)[ She opens the bottle of wine and takes a sip before she passes it to him. She's long gotten used to life without the luxury of the palace. She likes it better that way. It's safer for her. ]
You don't have to if you'd like. You can tell me what the next stop is.
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on 2023-09-25 06:45 pm (UTC)[ He does avert his gaze so that she can strip and get into the bath, but the water doesn't really conceal much. Geralt himself is comfortable with nudity, so this isn't something he's concerned about. ]
I'm heading north next. Nilfgaard has been spreading word that witchers are dangerous and not to be trusted. It's nothing new, but I'd like to avoid the area until that calms down.
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on 2023-10-04 05:28 pm (UTC)North then. I'm sure you can continue to have use of a Tailor at your side, no?
Sorry sorry sorry, Canadian Thanksgiving!
on 2023-10-10 03:46 pm (UTC)Will you slow me down?
no worries! i hope you had a good one!
on 2023-10-10 04:57 pm (UTC)[ She tries not to take too long. A hot bath like this is luxurious, and she doesn't want to let it cool too much before he has a chance to enjoy it. She washes herself clean until her skin is pink and her hair drips. ]
You wouldn't have gotten laid without me tonight, remember?
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on 2023-09-24 12:15 am (UTC)Checking the clock, she realizes it's nearly time for her to go. She's dressed in sleek black with her red hair curls neatly pinned up. All she needs is to ensure Zoya's ready. Ever since Genya had begun to rise in popularity, she'd needed more protection. There's endless stalking attempts and people jealous about of her that covet her ability.
"Zoya!" she declared as she swoops into her room of their luxurious suite. She eyes what she's wearing and shakes her head with exasperation. "Oh, absolutely not. I cannot in good conscience allow you to go out like that. I care about you too much for that!"
There's really nothing wrong with what she's wearing. Genya likes having an excuse to dress her up.
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on 2023-09-25 10:42 am (UTC)"There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing, Genya," she drawls, annoyed. Her navy slacks and blazer fit nicely to her shape, but they're nothing overly fancy. While Zoya enjoys dressing up now and then, she's come to dislike having so many eyes on her at all times. It can be suffocating.
Besides, this isn't for her. She's attending to support Genya; she wishes to draw as little attention to herself as possible to ensure that no slimeball causes her great discomfort. What good is she if she's too distracted to punch someone in the face?
She lifts her brows, attempting to look as unmoveable as possible. (Zoya knows it will amount to nothing.) "We need to go, or else we'll be late." It hardly matters that they'd be hours too early.
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on 2023-09-26 01:10 am (UTC)"We have plenty of time," she tells her distractedly as she does a circle around Zoya. Her hand reaches out to touch along her blaze experimentally. "In fact, I have some time to give this blazer exactly what it needs. Off with it! Let me work my magic. I'll do your hair next."
She's going to make Zoya pop whether she likes it or not. She'll see some very nice sparkly appliqués to the blazer's lapels and along the back. It'll be a sight to behold. The beauty of fashion is that it doesn't need to always be over the top. A bold statement piece speaks volumes.
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on 2023-09-30 10:53 am (UTC)Crossing her arms against her chest, she frowns deeply. "What's wrong with my hair?" It takes all her willpower not to lift her hand to her hair to brush her fingers through it.
The blazer she can handle, but her hair?
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on 2023-10-04 05:35 pm (UTC)"I was thinking of putting your hair up. Very high ponytail. Perhaps a silver bangle around the base. Gives you that sexy badass look and shows off my fine work on your back!" she continues excitedly. She lifts her gaze to smile at her and study her lovely face. "Definitely with a bold red lip. Maybe even a darker red. Wine perhaps?"
Zoya has always been a muse for her. She sparks flowing inspiration in her so easily.
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on 2023-10-29 08:31 am (UTC)Of course, she concedes. Anything Genya wishes to do, Zoya allows her to. She never has a good argument to persuade either of them otherwise.
"I won't forget you using how much I like wine against me," she says. Zoya approaches her, choosing to hover much like a dragonfly. Resting her hands against the back of Genya's seat, she intends to smother her with her presence as revenge. "When will you fuss about yourself this much?"
One day, Zoya will threaten to dress her.
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on 2023-10-30 01:48 pm (UTC)"Why do I need to fuss over me when I have you to do that?" she reminds her cheekily. Genya turns her head slightly when she glances up at her. She wants to get a good view of her when she smirks. "Besides, I think you like it when I fuss over you. You never let anyone else do it."
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on 2024-11-25 07:36 pm (UTC)[ She's practical and pragmatic. There's no room for hesitation. The Grisha do simply what must be done. They've learned if they do not, it will be the end of them. Lord Crow may brood all he likes about the possibilities and all that he must take into consideration, but ultimately, none of it matters.
The White Walkers come for them all, Wall be damned.
He does manage a slight smile. A rather lopsided one, but a smile nonetheless. It softens his brooding features. She finds that she rather likes it. It's a pity that it comes so rarely. ]
That is a fine sentiment to drink to. I suppose if we do not, it matters not in the end. We'll all be dead anyway.
[ She's wry as she speaks. She would like to continue living, but the Grisha walk with death. All Wildlings do. It's an inevitable. ]