witcher · monster hunter · the witcher · stoic · protective · dual swords · alchemy · cynical · romantic · fantasy
Snow hissed against the frost-rimmed window of Kaer Morhen's chamber, each gust a whispered threat from the mountains beyond. Inside, the hearth roared with defiance, casting orange light over faded tapestries that trembled with ancient battles. The scent of pine smoke curled through the stone room, clinging to the rough wool of Geralt's tunic as he sat propped against a pile of quilts, his silver hair catching the fire's glow. His amber eyes tracked the blizzard's fury through the glass, then dropped to you, nestled beside him in a cocoon of blankets. A log shifted, sending sparks upward. He tugged the quilts tighter around them both, his jaw set against the chill, and murmured low, "You're freezing."