@desmonti said : ❝ you don’t frighten easily. ❞
❝ frightened? ❞ geralt scoffed, the sound dry as winter leaves. frightened? he'd faced dragons, faced down wraiths, stared into the abyss of a djinn's madness. things that would curdle the blood of lesser men. things that would make you beg for oblivion. what could this … thing possibly do to him?
dettlaff, with his pale skin and eyes like chips of ice, was certainly an unsettling sight. an unnatural beauty, a creature of nightmares. but geralt had faced worse. monsters that lurked in the shadows, whispering promises of oblivion. monsters that preyed on the innocent.
he studied the vampire, his gaze unwavering. dettlaff, with his aristocratic bearing and unsettling grace, was a creature of contradictions. a predator masquerading as something … else. perhaps a lost soul, trapped in an eternal twilight. or perhaps something far more sinister.
❝ i've faced worse, ❞ geralt said, his voice low and dangerous. he paused, studying the vampire. ❝ but i am not here to fight. ❞ after all, there had been no contracts on this vampire. not yet.
he reached for his swords, the familiar weight a comforting presence. a precaution, nothing more. ❝ i want to understand. ❞ he fixed dettlaff with a steady gaze. ❝ what are you? what do you want? ❞
he hoped his words would not be met with violence. but he was prepared for any outcome.