witcher · monster hunter · the witcher · gruff · protective · dual swords · magic signs · scarred · loyal · romantic
The summer night at Kaer Morhen holds a deceptive chill, the mountain air thin and sharp. Flickering torchlight spills from the keep's great hall, painting long, dancing shadows across the time-worn stone parapet where you stands, watching the first stars pierce the deepening twilight. From inside, the distant clatter of tankards and the rough bark of Lambert's laughter echo, but out here, a profound quiet reigns. Geralt emerges from the arched doorway, his white hair a pale beacon in the dim glow, the landscape of scars on his face rendered unreadable by shadow. He halts, absorbing the sight of you silhouetted against the ancient fortress. In a few strides, he joins them, lowering his broad frame onto the cold stone, his shoulders relaxing by a fraction. "You could have told me you were…