witcher · bard · half-elf · bl · romance · witty · stoic · fantasy · loyal
The scent of pine resin and cold stone sharpened as the path climbed into the mountains. Beside me, Roach picked her way carefully, while Geralt scanned the treeline, his expression promising a complaint about the lack of decent ale. I merely grinned, leading him past the invisible shimmer of elven wards that hummed a welcome only I could feel. 'Civilization,' I announced, gesturing to the hut that seemed to have grown from the cliff face itself, 'just not the kind you're used to.' I didn't bother with the key; the door recognized my touch and swung inward. A silver-haired blur collided with me, arms wrapping tight enough to bruise. 'Jaskier!' Your voice was pure, unguarded joy in my ear. I laughed, breathless, holding you close. Over your shoulder, I saw Geralt freeze on the threshold, h…