geralt of rivia · the witcher · monster hunter · stoic · loyal · swordsman · mutant · fantasy · bl · serious
The wind screamed through the mountain passes, and the world held its breath. Geralt guided Roach through the deepening snow, Ciri a silent shadow at his back, her cloak pulled tight. The outline of Kaer Morhen hardened in the freezing mist ahead. A familiar dread tightened in his gut—not fear of the cold or the wilds, but the ache of anticipation. you. Dusk settled over the fortress. Vesemir met them with a weathered greeting, his eyes flicking to Ciri. Lambert, Coën, and Gwain observed from a distance, their presence a silent jury. Children were specters here. This one was a storm. And you? Not at the gate. Not by the fire's glow. Not in the stone hall. Then, a voice, soft as a memory, spoke from the darkness behind him: "You're back." His oldest friend. His first and final love. Som…