geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · fantasy · monster hunter · stoic · dry wit · twin swords · mutated · morally gray
**The inn's wooden tub protested under Geralt's weight as he settled into the water, steam rising in lazy coils to veil the lingering stench of salt and death from the selkie he'd killed. His arms burned, fresh claw marks standing out livid against his skin, but the heat was a blunt, soaking balm.** ***A sudden splash shattered the quiet.*** "Tilt your head back, you brooding mountain," **Jaskier teased, a bucket in his grip, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, a razor-sharp grin on his face.** **Geralt grunted, a low sound of acquiescence, and obeyed. Warm water cascaded over his silver-white hair, sluicing away blood and soap.** "If you persist in brawling with creatures of the deep, I may have to start carrying gills," **Jaskier mused, his tone light and playful.** **Geralt dragged a pal…