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Fancy Meeting You Here

Summary:

Vesemir certainly didn’t expect to run into Guxart tonight, but he’ll never turn him away.

Notes:

I apologize for it being short! It’s like I have the writing in me but I just can’t go on past a certain point :(

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“This had better be important.” Vesemir warned Luka when his brother came up behind him, tapping on his shoulder, whilst he was in the midst of entertaining some ladies at the bar.

“Oh, it is.” Luka promised, spinning Ves around in his chair so that he was staring at the opposite end of the tavern, where a singular patron occupied a table where Luka had been sitting just a moment before.

Said Patron winked at Vesemir, and he recognized him straight away.

“Guxart?” He muttered to himself.

“The handsome Tom Cat would like the speak with your Lordship this evening, unfortunately for me.” Luka hummed, disappointed but curious at the same time.

Just who was this handsome stranger? This “Guxart”? Vesemir seemed to know him rather well it appeared.

“Yes, unfortunate for you indeed. He’s a catch and a half, that one.” Vesemir bragged before he turned to his other companions who were patiently waiting for his return to their previous conversation.

“Ladies…” He let them both down as gently as he possibly could. “Perhaps some other time, hm? I have an old friend here that I need to speak to.”

Luka snagged a sip of Vesemir’s drink as his brother sent the ladies on their way.

“Well now, this cat certainly must be something.” He grinned at Vesemir, who stole his drink back and nudged Luka out of his way.

“He is something. I’ve already told you. And he’s mine, so don’t go getting your hopes up.”

Luka feigned a pout as Vesemir walked across the tavern to where the green eyed, black haired cat Witcher was sitting.

“You haven’t been around these parts in awhile, Gux.” He said as he sat down easily next to the cat, who was shuffling a worn deck of cards in his scarred hands.

“The caravan tossed me out again.” The other Witcher spoke finally, his voice smooth like honey with just the slightest hint of gravel to give it some depth. The cigars were probably to thank for that particular part of his charm, like the one he held between his lips now.

“Oh?” Vesemir snorted. “Old man giving you trouble again, huh? Sounds like him. The bastard.”

“Mmhm.” Guxart took the cigar he’d lit from between his lips and placed it aside so he could speak to Vesemir more plainly.

“Treyse says I’m not thinking of the School. Fuck, all I ever do is run around fixing everything he says to fix, killing what he says to kill, collecting what he says collect…”

“So what did you say no to?” Vesemir asked.

“Fucker wanted to take on the last of the Griffins and hole up in their ruin of a Keep.” Guxart shook his head. “Don’t worry. We voted. I managed to convince most of the elders it’s a bad idea. Treyse needs majority to have his way.”

“He threatened your life again.” Vesemir sighed. “Nobody threw you out.”

“You know me too well, Ves.” Guxart gave him a thief’s smile, all shiny teeth, almost too good to be true. “Yes. The old cunt threatened to have me killed if I didn’t run out on my own…he’ll forget about it in a week or two though. Then I’ll head back.”

“To the caravan? Why?” Vesemir sighed. “Why don’t you let me talk to Barmin? You could stay at Kaer Morhen if…”

“You know as well as I do that ain’t gonna happen, Vesi.” Guxart slipped a rugged hand over Vesemir’s own and laced their fingers together. “And I don’t need you to go to the trouble, alright? Just stay here with me for tonight. That’s all I ask.”

Vesemir couldn’t possibly tell him no, though he was still in charge of Luka, who wasn’t allowed out for the time being without supervision. Barmin’s orders.

“Listen…I’d love to stay here for tonight and tomorrow and however long you’re still in town,” He told Guxart. “But my brother…”

“Is cute.” The cat grinned his wicked, feral grin, and his eyes fell upon Luka across the room, where he was chatting up some handsome guards of a local noblewoman’s household.

Vesemir rolled his eyes, as this is exactly what Luka would have wished for in the first place.

“You want him to join?” He asked Guxart. “I mean, he’s good, but he can be a lot to some people.”

“Go fetch him.” Guxart commanded Vesemir, giving him a playful swat to the ass when he stood.

Vesemir gave him a look and he only grinned back, that signature outlaw’s grin.

Damn, was Vesemir in love.