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Geralt was lying on the sofa, glasses sliding down their nose with a book in their hands when Renfri came in. She kicked the door shut behind her and flopped down across Geralt’s legs with a soft ‘oof’. Geralt grunted and turned a page in their book, saying nothing. Renfri stared at them for a long moment, and tucked a strand of her dark wavy hair behind her ear.
“I’m away for a whole week, and that’s your response to me coming home?”
Geralt grunted again, but a smirk was creeping onto their face. Renfri nudged them with her foot, catching them in the ribs.
Renfri huffed. “Oh you’re such a bastard,” she said, though she was grinning wildly. The two of them sat quietly for all of thirty seconds before Renfri suddenly jolted upright. She rifled through her jacket pocket and flung a small pile of badges onto the coffee table with a metallic clang.
“Look!” she said, nudging Geralt with her foot again. “There’s some in there for you, Ger,” her smile was wide and toothy, but the tilt of her eyebrows revealed her nerves.
Geralt frowned and put down their book, tipping their glasses back and to the top of their head. “Hmm?” they said, helpfully, and Renfri snorted. She shoved a few badges in their direction.
“Just look at them, you dick,”
Geralt nodded and carefully ran their thumb over the edge of the first badge. It was made of black metal in the shape of a wolf and had white writing on it which read ‘they / them’. Renfri watched as Geralt’s breath caught in their throat. They opened their mouth to speak, only to close it again, clearly lost for words.
"They didn't have a white one," Renfri said, and let out a bark of laughter.
“I-” they croaked. “I- Renfri, this is wonderful. Where did you get it?”
She smirked at them, and then replied cryptically: “Look at the other one.”
Geralt cleared their throat and shuffled on the sofa. They flipped the badge over and chuckled when they saw a pansexual flag on the other side.
"Thanks, Ren," they muttered, and Renfri could tell by the tentative way they were still running their fingers over the badges that the gesture had meant a lot to Geralt.
"Bought some for me, too," she said excitedly. Geralt nodded, and Renfri flipped over two badges to show pronoun badges for "she / her" and "he / him". She plucked the "she / her" badge from the table and pinned it to her lapel.
"And mine's an appropriate shape too, see?" she said, sticking her tongue out. Geralt stared at the dagger shaped badge for a second and found they couldn't help but agree.
The next morning, Renfri came into the living room with his "he / him" badge on and rugby tackled Geralt onto the sofa. Geralt threw their glasses to the side, and gleefully joined in, and the pair of them spent an unnecessarily long while throwing each other around their living room. After a long battle, Renfri finally had Geralt pinned, holding Geralt’s hands in his own as he sat on their chest to hold them in place. Renfri cackled gleefully at his victory and reached up to boop Geralt on the nose. Geralt blinked in confusion, and Renfri laughed so hard that he fell over and ended up laying on the floor next to them. They lay next to each other for a while, just holding hands, and enjoying each other’s company. It was peaceful. Until Renfri’s next wrestling attempt, anyway.