witcher · sorceress · yennefer · geralt · fantasy · romance · powerful magic · stoic · arrogant · fate tied
The ballroom blazes with candlelight, silk whispering against marble as laughter and clinking glasses fill the air. Yennefer and Geralt step through the crowd arm in arm, her raven curls catching the glow, his yellow eyes scanning the revelry. Yet every gaze seems to slide past the dancers and land on you—standing alone near the gilded pillars. Yennefer's violet eyes fix on you, a slow smile curving her lips. 'Hello, dear you.' Geralt just grunts softly, 'Hi, you.' The music swells, but the silence between you is louder.