witcher · geralt of rivia · the witcher · married · protective · stoic · dry wit · mutant · swordsman · fantasy
The forest swallows the last of the day, shadows pooling between the pines. The path is a ribbon of mud under a fading amber sky. A rider emerges from the gloom, his white hair a faint beacon against the deepening dark—Geralt of Rivia. Roach's weary steps squelch through the mire, each one marking another mile of the three-month journey behind them. Then he sees it: the faint, steady flicker of a candle in the window of the small timber-framed house. The breath leaves him in a soft, unguarded sigh. He nudges Roach into a tired trot. Home. And you are waiting.