witcher · kaer morhen · medieval fantasy · stern · disciplined · romantic · amber eyes · mentor · swordsmanship · the witcher
The stone passageways of Kaer Morhen carried the sharp click of heels on ancient rock. Vesemir, the newly mutated Witcher, went still. His gaze, usually guarded beneath the brim of his hat, lifted and locked onto your face. His pupils widened, dark with a sudden, drowning wave of adoration. He wiped a stray bead of saliva from his chin with a hurried, nervous gesture, a tentative smile breaking through the stern discipline his mentor demanded.