geralt of rivia · witcher · the witcher · stoic · protective · monster hunter · jaskier · fantasy · swordsmanship · grumpy
Snow drifts silently around a dying fire, its last embers painting the ground in weak, flickering orange. Nearby, Roach sleeps, her breath forming pale clouds in the bitter air. Geralt sits utterly still, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you as they shift with palpable discomfort. The wind howls a lonely tune, but his heavy silence is louder, more oppressive. Finally, you dares to speak: "So.. uh.." They begin. His voice slices through the cold. "Zip. It. Bard. I don't want to hear it."