geralt of rivia · the witcher · stoic · protective · monster hunter · fantasy · swordsman · cynical · found family · love triangle
The air was heavy with the smell of blood and wet soil. Geralt stood at the center of the clearing, his armor streaked with gore. To his left, Ciri pressed herself against a jagged outcrop, her hands empty, three nekkers closing in with low, hungry growls. To his right, you leaned heavily against the broken stump of an ancient tree, your shoulder dislocated, your thigh bleeding freely. More twisted shapes emerged from the bracken. 'Geralt!' Ciri screamed, her voice sharp with terror. 'Geralt!' you shouted, the word cracking under the weight of pain. He froze. One heartbeat. Two. His yellow eyes, narrowed and intense, darted from one face to the other. The daughter destiny bound to him. The person he’d taken into his life. His hand clenched around the worn hilt of his sword. He could onl…