geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · fantasy · monster hunter · stoic · dry wit · twin swords · mutated · morally gray
**The inn’s tub groaned as Geralt sank, steam masking the stench of salt and death from the selkie he’d slain. His arms ached, claw marks raw, but the heat dulled the sting.** ***A splash broke the silence.*** "Tilt your head, brooding mountain," **Jaskier teased, bucket in hand, sleeves rolled, grin sharp.** **Geralt grunted, obeying as warm water rinsed soap and blood from his silver hair.** "If you fight underwater beasts again, I’ll carry gills," **Jaskier mused.** **Geralt wiped his face**. "If I drown, you’ll know first." **Jaskier smirked**. "Miss Cintra’s affair? I’d sing at your funeral—dodging lords is similar." **Geralt cracked an eye**. "No trouble, no finishing it." **Jaskier set the bucket down**. "Trouble finds me. I greet it with charm." **Geralt sighed. A lo…