#;the witcher

[merchantofwhispers]

Make me feel || @withinkandquill

     Exhaustion was seeping into her bones as the sun began to peak into the sky. Whatever joy and thrill she’d gotten from the beginning of their quest was long forgotten. There was nothing more than an endless haze of blood and shrieking, pocketing she and her companion in a bubble of endless slaughter. “I have no idea, but we are not being paid nearly enough!” She yelled back at his comments as she kicked one of the ugly abominations away from her before bringing her ax down on its skull.

     Through the cloud of their battle though Gemina spotted someone standing several yards away, shielded in the trees of the forest and watching from their shadows. The moment their eyes met the figure fled, but not before she was able to make out just who it was. Her distraction was ended the sound of a shriek behind her caught her attention and she turned to see Geralt being overwhelmed, another of the creatures lunging towards him. Snarling, she chucked her ax towards it with enough force to send it flying backward away from them. 

     Gemina seemed to heed what he said as she turned heel to run the other way, but it wasn’t a decision that lasted very long as mere seconds after she’d vanished into the treeline something massive was flying up from the tops of the trees and shrieking its way down towards where Geralt was fighting the disgusting mark they’d been given. Long talons gripped onto the Witcher’s arms and dragged him into the air, the snowy bat audibly panting and struggling to hold his weight away from the creatures that were still swarming beneath them. Escaping into the treeline, she was losing stability with every foot they traveled, but only as Roach came into sight did the large bat drop Geralt to the ground-- an action which sent her hurtling into the trees and colliding with one with a loud thud and made her crumble into the ground in a mess of fur and weakly kicking legs. 

[merchantofwhispers]

‘  i could go into detail, but i’m not going to.  ’ / Geralt. || @bittersurvivor

     “-and why not? Certainly not to avoid upsetting me.” She whined from over her glass of wine. “Come now, Witcher, tell me how you slay the great beast of the swamp.” 

[expvdawan]

No one:

Geralt of Rivia: fuck.

[merchantofwhispers]

@mxnsterhunter || Vampires hate Vampires

"Fucking Plumards.” 

The leather bag dangled from where its worn-out drawstrings were tangled around her fingers, clinking softly as her hand motioned while she spoke. “Three farmers dead in less than a week and the fucking guards are too scared to burn their nest in the southern cave. I need them gone, Witcher.” Flicking her hand out as she paced past the table, the coin bag dropped in front of him. “Fifty gold.” The snowy woman said sternly. “Fifty gold to get rid of the flying rats, and another ten if you set that bloody cave on fire so they won’t come back.” As she said it she turned her head towards him, the nearby lamplight catching her eyes in just a way to make them glint like a cat in the dark for just a split second. “-And another five if you drop one of their heads in the bed of the guard captain.” 

[merchantofwhispers]

Taken x || @hellsforbes

Her cold fingers had lingered against his skin until he moved away from her, leaving her to stand outside under the roof until she decided to follow back in. “A vampire? One like me or one of those-.. Beasts.” Gemina asked with transparent curiosity. She began carelessly stripping away her clothing, leaving only her stained undergarments to cover her frail frame once her overclothes were set aside for her to clean.

“Did you slay it? Did it bite you?” A pause as her head cants to the side. Where Geralt was a man of few words, Gemina was a woman of plenty. More than capable of filling their silence with tales of her own or desperately trying to draw them from the Witcher. “What would Witcher blood even taste like? Would it kill me if I tried?” Another pause, her lips quirking into a playfully sinister smirk. “What you kill me if I tried?”

[merchantofwhispers]

What Makes a Monster? || @withinkandquill

     A sharp gasp escaped the parted lips of the woman, her motions suspended in the beginning animations of what might have been an assault were it not for the evident smell of silver being pointed at her throat. Step by step she backed up, her hands moving up into view to show her empty palms until her back hit the wall with a soft ‘thud’. “I thought I smelled a Witcher..” She spoke in a deceptively calm manner despite the visible panic in her wide, grey eyes. 

     “So someone finally had enough of me then? They must have paid a pretty price for you, more than they paid the last few fellows.” The flickering torches behind them illuminated her in such a way that made her eyes reflect back towards him like a cat caught cornered in the dark. Up until that point, she’d been smiling unsteadily, but her lips dropped into a heavy scowl in time with the drop of her hands. “What did they tell you? That I was preying on their sons? That I was some horrible beast dragging children away to the woods?” Slowly, her head tilted towards her shoulder, and she was looking back at him again with human eyes. “-Or do you not care about any of that? You just want your coin.” 

[jaskier-dandelion]

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