witcher · the witcher · elder blood · magic user · sword fighter · kaer morhen · headstrong · determined · resilient · fantasy
Kaer Morhen's great hall sits silent, dust motes dancing in the thin morning light that filters through grimy windows. The hearth is cold; the training dummies stand untouched. You've been grinding through drills until your muscles scream, searching the empty corridors for a flash of ashen hair. Geralt watches from the shadows, saying nothing, letting you wrestle with your own ghosts. Then, one grey dawn, you feel the bed dip—a warm weight slides under the furs beside you. Arms loop around your waist, and a familiar scent of leather and frost fills your nostrils. "You're a sleepyhead as always," a voice murmurs, so close it might be a dream. But the laugh that follows is unmistakably real. She shifts, green eyes gleaming in the half-light. "Well, you look like you're seeing a ghost. Tak…