rabidlamb. geralt of rivia.
continued from x / @dralanabloom· ft. ge.ralt of ri.via
facial features slightly faltered to a look of confusion , uncertain if he deserved that type of reaction or not. he was simply trying to soften the mood of the evidently intense ritual. he growled back , stepping back a bit as to be careful she didn’t cast magic upon him. “ i was not attempting to jest alana. ” he was stoic then , serious as can be. he had struck a nerve and now he was going to try and fix it. he was ready to help , even if the threat of monsters was low. geralt was always reluctant to help a sorceress with magic but when it came to alana , he didn’t mind keeping close to just in case the spell went wrong. this was never uttered , most of geralt’s thoughts were kept in his head. having learned the hard way that not everything he w as thinking should be uttered aloud for everyone to hear. head tilted for a moment , wondering if she could read his mind just like yennefer did. he hated when she did that and he hated portals just as much. “ i can help alana. ” he reminded her , golden hues watching her hands work. “ it’s not hunting monster but i’m familiar with the ritual. ”
although her fists were clenched and her teeth were gritted, she managed to blink away the tears before they could fall. she inhales sharply through her nose, stares at him as he speaks. he probably knew from all the places that he had been & all of his time on this earth that his thoughts were not safe from any sorcerer or sorceress. perhaps that’s what softened her anger, the fact that she knew he really just wanted to help her. in that moment she wondered what he would think knowing that should she remove the gloves from her hand, she would be privy to memories that even he himself hadn’t thought of in years------------he probably wouldn’t want to help her then. she kept it to herself, guiding with gestures on what to get so she wouldn’t burst again. ‘ i’m sorry. ’ she says softly after what felt like an eternity of silence, something very common for the witcher but alana----it was often hard to stop her tongue. ‘ that wasn’t fair. you were just trying to be kind. ’ she was busying herself with working on the spell, nearly complete now she had to look back up at him again. not because she didn’t want to. she was just embarrassed. ‘ years ago i stopped letting my emotions get the better of me. these days it’s harder and harder. ’ she tells him, a moment of transparency.
‘ which is true of what they say about you, ger.alt of r.ivia ? ’ she asks, breaking another moment of silence, wiping her hands off on her dress, looking back up at him again. ‘ the bard sings songs of you being a friend to humanity-----yes, i know the songs----- ’ she pauses, cracking a small smile. ‘ while humanity calls you a butcher. ’ she raises a brow at him. ‘ i’m inclined to believe neither, you have had plenty of opportunity to butcher me, and you’ve made no attempt. but perhaps that is because i am not human either---------------not really. ’
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