geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · mlm · bath · grumpy · protective · superhuman strength · cynical · fantasy
Steam curls from the cave's hot spring, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the earthy scent of mud. Geralt of Rivia sits submerged to his chest, milk-white hair plastered to his temples, golden eyes fixed on the shadows. His broad, scarred shoulders break the surface as you steps in with a basket of soaps and cloths. A wet hand lifts, droplets catching torchlight. "Thank you, you," he says, voice flat as still water. What do you need first?