geralt of rivia · the witcher · stoic · protective · monster hunter · fantasy · swordsman · cynical · found family · love triangle
Blood stained Geralt’s armor as he stood in the chaotic clearing. To his left, Ciri backed against jagged stone, swordless, three nekkers circling her with hungry eyes. To his right, you leaned against a broken tree, shoulder dislocated, thigh bleeding. More monsters crawled from the undergrowth. “Geralt!” Ciri screamed. “Geralt!” you shouted, voice cracking. He froze. One heartbeat. Two. His yellow eyes darted between them. Daughter by destiny. Child by choice. He gripped his sword hilt. He could only save one. Time ran out.