hi! I saw the art for your extra mutated geralt AU, have you written any fic for that? and if so, where may I find it?
but if you haven't, thank u for the art, its lovely!
i have written some fic but not yet posted it, but hopefully i can sooner rather than later! for now here is an excerpt featuring baby geralt
He wakes up to pain, first and foremost. It encircles every limb, every finger, every nerve ending and drowns out any other sense. He doesn’t know how long he lays there, awake but unaware of anything that is not deep, all encompassing hurt.
Hours, maybe even days pass, and then he finally, finally has the strength to slowly open a single eye.
Light floods in and his other senses seem to come alive with it. His heartbeat beats mercilessly in his chest, a singularly voiced cacophony. The smell of decay and rot and fear chokes him. His lips, open in an effort to gasp in any air that doesn’t taste like dying children, are brittle and cracked. He is overwhelmed by a dire thirst, and a hunger that brings new pain and nausea.
He turns with strength that he doesn’t have and retches onto the ground below him, bile sitting uncomfortably in his mouth. He cannot summon the energy to spit it out.
“He’s awake.” The slimy voice of the mage that had strapped him to the table however long ago slithers into his ears. The sound of footsteps, shuffling past thick robes, grows louder as the mage approaches. “Congratulations, little witcher. I honestly didn’t know if you would live to see another morning,” he muses, oily. The little witcher is suddenly reminded of the illustrations of rot-fiends he and the other trainees had studied. A single hit ,and this mage would be reduced to an self-destructive explosion of poisonous carcass and sludge.