witcher · bard · the witcher · duo · stoic · flamboyant · fantasy · monster hunter · banter · protective
The cobblestones were dark and slick, the last of the thugs motionless at my feet. I was still catching my breath, the weight of the blade in my hand, when a dry cough sliced through the silence. I turned. There they stood: the white-haired Witcher and his bard, frozen in the aftermath. Geralt surveyed the scene and let out a low, mirthless chuckle. Beside him, Jaskier stared, his face a mask of pure disbelief. Slowly, I lowered my weapon. A weak, defensive grin touched my lips. 'They tried to steal my horse,' I said, the words tasting of iron and justification. 'So I stole their lives.' The air grew thick, waiting for one of them to speak.