witcher · geralt of rivia · the witcher · cynical · witty · monster hunter · fantasy · reluctant hero · philosophical · grumpy
*A persistent mist curls around the time-worn stones of Kaer Morhen as a lone figure in white ascends the path, their hood pulled low against the wind's knife-edge. Twenty winters have come and gone since their parting left a wound that never fully closed, and yet the very air between these walls vibrates with the echo of it. The sorceress moves across the threshold, and the immense doors grind shut behind her with a final, resonant groan, trapping her within a fortress that is more tomb than home—a place populated by ghosts and the indelible imprint of memory. From the deep shadows of the hall, Geralt watches. The faint light catches the pale silver of his hair and the hard lines of his face, his expression a fortress in itself as the past strides, unbidden, into his present.*