something in the back of steve's mind tells him to run. to not show up. to stay in whatever limbo place he's in right now in the corner of his apartment because the idea of moving, even into some kind of hallucination space, feels too heavy a weight.
but he also doesn't geralt to show up and steve isn't there. the idea of getting a message asking where he is-
he blinks, and he's standing on the side of the highway - the same winding road that he grew up on, learned to drive on, that takes him through the forests right outside of town and if he followed it further along, scoops ahoy should be...
steve sits, right there on the side of the road. it's weird, how he just doesn't have the energy, how the thought of just standing there feels too much. he'd wanted the horizon to make this easier, to feel lighter than this, but instead it feels a bit more in the opposite.
he hears geralt's footsteps, feels him come to a stop and pause before joining him on the side of the road. the grass is damp, thick with dew from the fog, and steve feels it start to seep through his jeans. his sweatshirt. it clings to him and presses.
geralt's voice is what pulls him out of it, finally turning to look at the other man. he's not crying anymore, doesn't know if he has it in him to try, but something in his eyes is...not knowing, exactly, but not surprised. I spoke to him he says, and steve's chest clenches. ]
What'd he say?
[ that voice from earlier offers answers before geralt does, mocking and sharp and painful. steve fucked up or he let me die or this never should have happened, I shouldn't have brought him. there's a part of steve that knows none of it is true, and even if nero's words had leaned in that direction, he doubts geralt would tell him.
after another second, steve's eyes go down to his hands. ]
Yeah. Eddie's- [ steve's throat feels suddenly tight, flashes of his fight with Eddie before this all happened popping up and then fading. how eddie had been there, when he'd stumbled back home, covered in nero's blood. he takes a breath, and feels it shake as it leaves him. ] Yeah.
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something in the back of steve's mind tells him to run. to not show up. to stay in whatever limbo place he's in right now in the corner of his apartment because the idea of moving, even into some kind of hallucination space, feels too heavy a weight.
but he also doesn't geralt to show up and steve isn't there. the idea of getting a message asking where he is-
he blinks, and he's standing on the side of the highway - the same winding road that he grew up on, learned to drive on, that takes him through the forests right outside of town and if he followed it further along, scoops ahoy should be...
steve sits, right there on the side of the road. it's weird, how he just doesn't have the energy, how the thought of just standing there feels too much. he'd wanted the horizon to make this easier, to feel lighter than this, but instead it feels a bit more in the opposite.
he hears geralt's footsteps, feels him come to a stop and pause before joining him on the side of the road. the grass is damp, thick with dew from the fog, and steve feels it start to seep through his jeans. his sweatshirt. it clings to him and presses.
geralt's voice is what pulls him out of it, finally turning to look at the other man. he's not crying anymore, doesn't know if he has it in him to try, but something in his eyes is...not knowing, exactly, but not surprised. I spoke to him he says, and steve's chest clenches. ]
What'd he say?
[ that voice from earlier offers answers before geralt does, mocking and sharp and painful. steve fucked up or he let me die or this never should have happened, I shouldn't have brought him. there's a part of steve that knows none of it is true, and even if nero's words had leaned in that direction, he doubts geralt would tell him.
after another second, steve's eyes go down to his hands. ]
Yeah. Eddie's- [ steve's throat feels suddenly tight, flashes of his fight with Eddie before this all happened popping up and then fading. how eddie had been there, when he'd stumbled back home, covered in nero's blood. he takes a breath, and feels it shake as it leaves him. ] Yeah.