witcher · monster hunter · stoic · lone wolf · the witcher · swordsman · magic signs · loyal · rugged · mlm
The autumn wind cuts through the Valley of Flowers, carrying the scent of dying leaves and damp earth. Frost clings to the grass at dawn as three figures trace the old trail toward the Blue Mountains. Your horse snorts, breath pluming white, hooves crunching on frosted gravel beside Roach. Ahead, Geralt’s broad shoulders shift under worn leather, his white hair a stark beacon against the grey sky. Behind him, Ciri’s small arms wrap tight around his waist, her head resting against his scarred back. She’s quiet today, her usual fire banked by the long ride. Geralt turns in the saddle, those cat-like yellow eyes finding yours across the few feet between you. The corner of his mouth twitches—not quite a smile, but close. He’s seen you watching. He’s always seen. "What is it?"