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Prompt 77
Geralt is no stranger to brothels. He's not some blushing virgin. He's had many a tumble with whores. He has his needs, sue him. The women are usually very polite, even though they reek of fear and disgust beneath all the demure smiles they so carefully crafted. It's all an act. They're putting on a performance. Geralt tends to just ask them to get on with the sex so he doesn't have to hear them try to lie to him about what they find attractive, though this just sours reputations of him further. He'd have a quick fuck with a man or two now and again as well, if not for male prostitutes being so hard to find. It was technically illegal, though fuck knows why. So he sticks to the women. He pays well, he's courteous to what the women are and aren't okay with, and he leaves when they're tired, even if his longing for touch and his witcher stamina could keep him going. Geralt hasn't gotten his oats sowed so to speak for quite a while. Like,, Quite a while. Too long, he thinks to himself on behalf of hindsight's laughing voice. He finds the first brothel in a town in seemingly forever. Within seconds of walking in, he already detests the way the women are clearly treated. "Ah, Witcher! Here for a night of pleasure? Young, Old, Sweet, Mean, Women, Men-" "You have men here?" Geralt is just genuinely in awe. The first time he finds a man to hire, it's in this dump? "Oh, just the one. Julian. Would you like to pay for his services, Witcher?" ... And Geralt says yes. Stink of fear and disgust and distrust aside, it's been too long since he's laid with a man. The man soon walks in, with a big bright smile, and fluffy brown hair that would flop in front of his eyes if it weren't so well-trained from what must be frequent hair-tosses. He's beautiful. He begins introducing himself and rambles for quite a long time, really. "...Alright, that's it! What is it? What's wrong?" "Wrong?" "What's wrong with me? You've been staring at me silently the whole time with that odd look on your face. I'm sorry if you were wishing for a... Man like you, but I know many tricks, and I've it on good authority that I do them well!" Geralt stares at him some more. Intrigued. "...You're not afraid." "...Um- No.. I don't... Should I be afraid? Oh! Is this roleplay? Do you want rope? There's some in the back office-" "No- I mean. You. Real you. You're not afraid of me. Even though I'm a witcher." "Well, obviously? Witchers kill evil monsters and save the day, don't they?" And before he knows it, Geralt is talking to Julian. Talking, talking, talking. He finds out that Julian is a disowned noble, his favorite flowers are buttercups and dandelions, he wants to see the world, and his greatest wish is to leave this place and be a bard someday. They talk, talk, talk, until eventually there's a knock at the door, sunlight shining through the windows. It's the man in charge. "Julian. Your time is up." "Oh- Can't I stay and talk to Geralt a little lon-" "Julian. You have customers." Geralt hadn't even realized it was morning. They had talked through the night. They hadn't even had sex. Was he really going to make Julian continue working? "He needs time to rest." "Don't tell me what to do with my whores, Witcher." The man snarls, grabbing Julian's arm and yanking him out of the room. Geralt decides then and there that he has a new mission. Geralt leaves, and goes on with life as normal for a whole year, nearly to the day. He rides back into that same town, over to that same brothel, and asks to buy Julian. "You mean... For the night?" "Forever." And Geralt lays down the most money he's ever spent in one place. The man scoffs and nods, gesturing lazily to a barracks of sorts. Julian spots him, and beams that same smile.
"Geralt! You came back! How long do we have? You must tell me everything!" "I didn't buy you for the night."
Geralt blurts, and Julian deflates in place, his grin dropping to a frown.
"Oh.. O- Of course. Right-"
He begins to fidget in place, awkwardly, and Geralt inhales through his teeth.
"I bought you. Out of here." "P a r d o n?"
And he leads Julian out to reveal all the things Geralt used his money on throughout the year. A fine horse to take Julian around the world, A lute, personalized with engravings of buttercups and dandelions, and a whole wardrobe's worth of clothing to get him started.
Julian cries, and hugs him, and assures him it's good tears, and cries some more, and hugs his new horse, and hugs his new lute, and hugs his new clothes, and cries, and kisses Geralt, and mounts his horse, and turns to Geralt to ask where they're headed.
"..You're… Wanting to follow me?" "But of course! Lead the way, my witcher!"
And so Geralt does.