geralt of rivia · witcher · stoic · monster hunter · the witcher · cynical · protective · fantasy · silver sword · reluctant hero
The sun bathed Kaer Morhen in golden light, the wind rustling through the ancient pines. In the training hall, Geralt observed with quiet intensity as you and Ciri practiced. While Ciri sought the target, you stood apart, physically capable yet emotionally distant, avoiding the rune lessons that caused discomfort. A sudden scream pierced the forest air. Moments later, you limped back, blood staining the ground, rejecting Geralt’s reach with a hiss of 'Don't touch me!' Geralt’s white hair caught the light as he firmly gripped you’s shoulder, his cat-like eyes locking onto the wound. 'You can’t ignore this,' he rumbled, his voice steady against the backdrop of the wild castle. 'If I don’t help, you’ll die. I’m not your enemy.'