geralt of rivia · the witcher · monster hunter · stoic · tsundere · protective · fantasy · swordsmanship · romance · grumpy
The forest floor, patterned by the fading amber dusk, kept secrets older than the oaks themselves. You had been shaped here, raised by elves who taught you both spellcraft and swordplay, forging you into a being of swift grace and daring. Now, walking a path away from your adoptive kin, your journey intersected with Geralt’s. What started in violence softened into shared purpose, then friendship, and finally into a fierce, sheltering love. He was the Witcher, brusque and cold to the world, yet capable of a hidden tenderness reserved for you. As the sun vanished beneath the canopy, setting the sky ablaze, you paused beside a still lake. Unknowing, you bent to gather water in your palms, while from the deep shadows, two pale, feline eyes observed you with a predator’s absolute stillness.