Oh sweet melitele, this is so cute ♥

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Oh sweet melitele, this is so cute ♥
The Little Witcher (graphic novel)
Highly recommend reading The Little Witcher (graphic novel), it just came out about a week or two ago. It's all about Geralt raising Ciri, and it's the most adorable thing I've ever read.
Geralt and Ciri are the main focus, Yennifer, Dandelion, and Vesemir are in it quite a bit, as well as are other wolf witchers.
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A modern day au where Geralt is a single dad to a 5yr old Ciri.
Jaskier is a neighbor who lives down the street, but he and Geralt have never met. Never so much as seen each other. Ciri sees Jaskier everyday as her bus drives by.
Because of Jaskier’s eccentric wardrobe, Ciri starts drawing him at school. Her teachers and Geralt think “Color Man” is her imaginary friend.
haggiwpwapgihwaGW tHAT'S SO CUUUTE!!!
Of all the love you promised me
"Where's your little princess?' Lambert gruffs, kicking the back of Geralt's chair as the older witcher skims the beastiery in his lap.
The twice grassed wolf growls at him, swiping at his legs. Lambert jumps back, cackling, throwing himself into the recliner near the elder wolf.
"Boys." Vesemir warns from his desk, looking through the scroll in his hands. He doesnt look up, but his eyes track both of them like a hawk.
"I dont know, should still be with Eskel and the livestock." Geralt says, his voice deep as ever as the door opens behind them.
"Not with me." Geralt looks over his shoulder at the eldest of the three. It's only been a few days since Eskel got the clearing from Vesemir that he could start to help out with the chores of the keep. It's only been a week since the oldest wolf let him up out of bed, the majority of his body still covered in thick bandages after the leshy mutation the day he, Geralt and Ciri had made it up the mountain. Eskel still walks with a limp, favouring his right leg over the left, while the left shoulder was still immobilised by a sling. It's a miracle he's even alive let alone walking the keep, and it's all the four wolves can hope for, given the extremely likely demise of the eldest of the three had it not been for the magical little Princess that Geralt had found in the sodden woods.
"No?" Geralt asks, feeling that tightening in his gut that he always did whenever his daughter of surprise was out of his sight. He swallows it down, fights it back. There's far more reasons Ciri could not be accounted for that weren't any of the reasons his mind tended to spiral into.
"We finished feeding the livestock an hour ago, haven't seen her since she put the buckets away." Eskel gingerly sets himself down on another chair, using his less fucked up arm to pull his legs up onto the rests that sit in front of the fire.
"You three need to focus more on your hearing." Vesemir cuts through the mounting anxiety his three sons slowly build in the room, and they all look at him in unison. Vesemir cracks a smile in the symmetry, and points to the window. "She's with Coën outside."
Intrigued, Geralt slowly gets up and walks to the window, feeling Lambert come up behind him.
Indeed, Cirilla is outside with Coën. But instead of training or swordsplay like Geralt had expected, he is surprised to see a frozen pond brushed clear of the several inches of snow, Coën standing guard on the makeshift bank, and Cirilla gleefully gliding along the frozen pond in old rickety skates.
"Woah!" Lambert comments, watching as she girl pushed both her arms back, pushed one leg, launched off with another, before ticking both arms in, leaping into the air and spinning three times, before landing with another rotation. Both arms extend outwards as she perfects the land, and Coën cheers for her as she smiles brightly at him.
"How did she do that?"
"She said something about Skèlege, said she had people there. She probably spent time there with Mouseack, they probably taught her to skate." Geralt responds, feeling a sense of pride as she skates around for another few seconds, before turning around and completing a complete backflip. He cracks a small smile, pride tugging at his chest as he watches the girl who has been through untold horrors experience a few moments of pure joy. Melitele knows she's earned it.
She's a marvellously good skater, he notes, pulling put similar jumps and spins that look simultaneously different and rather similar. She seems to defy the laws of gravity as she bends her knees, pushes them outwards and leans back until her hair skims the ice, before transitioning up into a deep back bridge, all the while skating around the pond.
"Nicely done." Lambert comments as she lands a backflip on one foot.
"We'll give them until dinner out there, she's having fun." Geralt turns from the window back to his chair.
"That balance'll help her well on the pendulum." Eskel comments, and Geralt hums in response.
"That girl is certainly more than you bargained for." Vesemir says. "Getting a magical, foresight seeing, ice skating and a concerningly fast learner with a blade out of the law of surprise? Got to be a first, son."
"Indeed."
get you a dad who can do both
I am making very slow progress on Blood of Elves, but I am living for all of Ciri and the witchers’ interactions so far. Two quotes I have readily available from my camera roll being these: