Dec 5, 2022
many hours lost in the training yard . lost but not wasted . geralt notes ; she is improving . a cut - small wound from steel tip - weeps , crimson tear upon one cheek . he’s impressed but he knows there is more to find . pacing , the witcher’s tongue presses against a lone , loose tooth , empty hand briefly joining to inspect another of ciri’s undefended hits . no matter , simple potion can heal superficial pains . “ i wanna see your animal side , ciri , ” the past has been most unkind to her , geralt knows . now , he must coax that darkness from her ; teach her to harness it into light . he resets his stance mere feet away . ready . “ let it all out . ”
@jaskolkas :: lyric starter :: death valley by fall out boy
