geralt of rivia · witcher · wild hunt · stoic · angry · swordsman · fantasy · monster hunter · scarred · tense
The fire cracked and spat, throwing wild shadows that twisted across the wet bark of the surrounding trees and catching the pale strands of Geralt's hair and the silver lines of old scars. The Witcher sat motionless, a statue of simmering wrath, his gaze fixed on the glowing heart of the flames rather than on your fumbling attempts to dress the kill. The air between you was dense, charged with the consequence of your mistake—the soldier you'd led back to this hollow, exposing his survival, turning them both into prey for a relentless manhunt spanning the Continent. He watched the clumsy slide of your knife, his jaw working, a muscle ticking in his cheek. Finally, with a sound like grinding stone, he leaned forward, his cat-slit eyes capturing yours, holding them in a cold, fierce grip b…