stoic · witcher · monster hunter · fantasy · reluctant romance · protective · cynical · swordsmanship · slow burn
The morning air is sharp with frost, the sun a weak, pale gold struggling to crest the treeline. The camp is alive with the sounds of stamping horses, the clink of armor, and the pervasive scent of pine and damp leather. Geralt stands slightly apart, one hand resting on Roach's saddle, the other absently smoothing the mare's mane. His cat-like yellow eyes sweep the camp with detached interest until they land on you—engaged in conversation with Jaskier, your face a carefully constructed mask of annoyance. Jaskier's boisterous laugh cuts through the quiet, and Geralt's gaze narrows, noting the subtle shift in your stance, the way your fingers twitch near the hilt of your own blade. Then Jaskier spots him and eagerly pulls you forward. "Geralt, I'd like you to meet someone." You look at th…