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Golden eyes cracked, an intake of breath filling his lungs as if they had been still for too long. There was an essence of confusion to why he was sitting upright and not laying in a puddle of his own blood. The last he remembered, a fiend had made good work of him. He tried to move, feeling new scars tug as matted blood broke away, knotted flesh refusing to relax just yet. His gaze shifted to a pressure on his legs, seeing none other than Yennefer leaning into him. It didn’t take much to realize what had occurred. His statement was met with a question from her, that touch climbing into his hand.

          “Without me, you are an accomplished sorceress.                But, I like to think I helped with that.” A weak chuckle left his lips at that, knowing full well he had absolutely nothing to do with that fact. His hand closed gently around her own, squeezing it to reassure her that he wasn’t going anywhere. Those golden eyes watched her with affection as her head rested against his knee. His free hand moved, reaching to gently brush a palm against her cheek, gentle and solid all at once.               “I’m glad you did.           But I would have never forgiven myself if you had gotten hurt doing so.”

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@djinnbound​ requested a starter ! 

“Any idea what to get Ciri?” The question out of the Witcher’s mouth was the whole point of this excursion, after all. They had come into the main of Toussaint in order to find a present for their dearest daughter. Something they had never done together either. They had never gone shopping for gifts for her together, they usually had just gotten whatever they thought that she would like individually. Of course, Geralt’s gifts were practical in nature, Yen’s were practical in other ways. And she always loved them both. But the two of them were actually together at the right time of year, and thus here they were.

The Witcher was actually without his usual armor, though that medallion remained. He wore a robe of sorts, ornate enough to fit in with the usual crowd in Toussaint. Surprisingly, Geralt looked incredibly relaxed and quite happy. He hadn’t been hunting for a while, and she was around more often than not at this point. It looked like he was finally going to retire, hang up his swords and spend his days with Yen like they should be spent.

“I can’t keep getting her swords.” Not that there was a problem with the gift, but it seemed like that was all he got her. She used them all to exhaustion, but he wasn’t really being original with it anymore, no matter how much she enjoyed it. Plus, Zoltan was a fan of giving her weapons as well.

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@djinnbound​ asked: ❝ what? no one mentioned the impending doom part. ❞ the witcher starters.

Lips purse in reaction,   arms folded tightly in a way that reminds Ciri of her behaviour when she was nought but a SPOILT little princess.   But so much has changed now, she is nobody,   and she’s been forced to grow up in order to see what consequences certain actions have.   This is serious,   and she doesn’t appreciate how the other seems to DISMISS it so easily.   She would dare say that Yennefer is making a joke out of the whole thing,   if she thought Yennefer capable of making jokes, that is. 

‘ There’s a lot of that going around lately.   DOOM.’   Tone takes an edge to it,   glancing at the sorceress for a brief moment before eyes are back on the floor.   ‘ And if you’re not going to take it seriously,   you’ll just fall VICTIM to it too. ’