Put up a new page on Ao3. This is just a formless reminder that I probably will just uplaod pages without a specific schedule and I probably won’t post about it here regularly just because not every page has panels that are suitable for Tumblr. So if you want to get notified you best subscribe to the work on Ao3 or check in regularly. And yes it is xplicit and will get wilder so be aware if you’re not into that.
Words echo off the stone walls, vesimir’s teachings being the sole source for his boys education for many more years than he cares to admit. He glances at the lot of them, blank faced and slack jawed, trying to forget why he turned grey earlier than even his own mentor. Even young Ciri, who is normally his best pupil and taking notes is staring blankly ahead, fighting the closing of her eyes.
“Did none of you hear a word of what I just said?” his voice booms over them, startling them back to attention, poor Ciri nearly leaping to her feet, hands on the table, blinking rapidly to clear away the sleep.
“Ive been zoned out for the past two and a half hours,” she admits sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck, offering him a small smile, mouthing ‘sorry’.
“I got distracted about halfway through,” Eskel grumbles into his now empty vat of ale, looking at the bottom of his glass sadly, voice thick with sleep.
“Ignoring you was a conscious decision,” lambert huffs, biting back his yelp when his brother’s shoe meets his shin. “Aye,” he growls at Geralt, who shrugs, blinking quickly himself. Vesimir just sighs, laying his head in his hands.
A/N: I want to apologize for the lack of posting. I know some of you wanted to read it. Here is a post. To be honest like I mentioned in my other post, I was never going to share this fanfic. It was just going to be something to read and write on my own for fun. But I ended up writing about 49 pages single space on google docs and thought maybe it had some substance. It's needs to be edited more than I have, but if I was to dwell on what I've written it would never be posted.
This is a Netflix!Witcher fit with Netflix!characters. I only know about the storyline from the show and from some research. Please go easy on me.
This is also mainly because I like Basil's face and well wanted to explore the character Eskel a bit more and what could have been.
I’ve also written a summery/blurb for the story
A cursed mage seeks refuge from an old friend at the brink of death. When she find him, she stumbles across her destiny sitting at a table. Perhaps there is someone within those old stone walls that can not just help fight for her destiny, but can lift the curse and release her chaos as well. But there is always a catchI will continue to work on the summery
.Eskel walks down the stairs toward the large common room on his way outside to find the horse. An uneasy feeling slithers up his spine and gives him a chill. He turns to face the direction of the room where Geralt was taking care of the girl. The old tree of pendants began to rattle and the ceiling began to creak. The Witcher runs back to the room and Geralt is holding a sword out with his back to the sleeping g
“What’s happening?” Eskel shouts seeing a whirlwind of objects floating in the air, jars of monster parts, small bottles of elixirs, tools, and weaponry. As soon as walks into the room, circling weapons halt and charge towards the girl. Geralt swings his sword knocking a large ax to the ground. A dagger exits the wind and flings itself towards the girl. Geralt brings his fingers together and opens them creating a wall of magic around him and the girl.
The weaponry seeks out a new target, Eskel, and charges at him. The witcher grabs a loose sword off a wooden table. He whips the sword around and hits a wooden mallet, the tool flies off to the other side. He swings the sword to the other side preventing tool pick from plunging into his chest.
Then the whirlwind stops and everything is quiet. Eskel and Geralt look around the room in confusion. Eskel joins Geralt's side and gets a closer look at the shelves.
“Hmmmm, she was delirious,” Geralt says, giving him a side eye. “Chaos.”
“She’s going to get us killed!” Eskel shouts, face going red. Anger surges out of him spontaneously. “Whatever that was, it might come back! And then try to kill us again! How are we to rest for the winter?”
“Everything is back in its place, there is even dust still on the shelves. That is impossible. How strange,” The white haired witcher looks down at his sleeping friends. “She was seeking refuge Eskel.”
“She can’t stay here, Geralt!” Eskel shouts. “Not with this.”
“This isn’t like you,” the tall white hair Witcher says and approaches his friend. “We protect those who need our help. And even you wouldn’t deny help for a woman.”
“Does she have the coin? If she doesn’t she can't stay here!”
“That’s not your decision to make, my boy,” Vesemir says walking into the room. “A friend of Geralt is a friend of ours, those who help a Witcher may seek help from the brotherhood.”
“You don’t have to speak to her if you don’t want to. This place has a lot of room,” Geralt suggests and crosses his arm. “But I feel she would be a good match with the sword.”
“That damsel won’t be using a sword any time soon.”
Eskel exits the room with closed fists and a tense jaw. The anger he feels at that moment was something he hadn’t felt in a while. He closes his eyes knowing there was no real need to be angry. She was so helpless against his chest only alive by the adrenaline in her blood. A wave of guilt washes over him, washing the anger away with it.
Geralt watches over the girl asleep with a blazing fire licking at his back. Wool blankets were tucked around her body up to her collarbone to keep her warm. Her arms were left bare out in front of her, resting on the blankets. Geralt approaches the fire and pulls out a warm bowl of a greenish mixture. He places the bowl on the night table beside the bed and lifts up one arm with several cuts and bruises on them. He dips his hands into the bowl then gently drips the mixture onto the girl’s arm. He generously coats the broken skin.
“You don’t have many friends outside of these wall, wolf, ” Vesemer states with a curious brow. “Who is this woman that you treat so gently? I’ve never seen you treat the brothers here like this.”
Geralt turns to face his friend and smiles.
“We met at the wedding between Ciris' mother and father,” He says. “We traveled together for a season many years ago. Only seeing each other in passing from time to time.”
“Do you love her?” Vesemir asks.
“Witchers aren’t supposed to fall in love. What was once there no longer lingers,” Geralt says. “Not in that way of course.”
“You wouldn’t be rubbing that oil on her if you didn’t care for her.”
“I care for a friend and only trust that I do this.”
Geralt smiled warmly then turned back to the sleeping girl. He reaches back into the clay bowl and picks up more of the mixture. He applies it to the other arm.
“Why did Eskel react with such anger? Such rage.” The older man asks. “I haven’t see this from him since he was a boy.”
“I couldn’t say, it could be because she’s a stranger in a place of rest.”
“She’s important to you,” the older man says. “She may create enemies amongst the brotherhood, one brother is already alarmed by her presence. But I trust your judgment.”
“Eskel is harmless, I know he won’t harm her, he may not like her here, but he will not hurt her,” Geralt said confidently. “And Lena can defend herself pretty well. While she is here I was going to ask her to talk to ciri.”
“I think the girl will like that very much.”
“I think if Ciri witnesses a strong woman with a sword, she will gain confidence with the sword.”
Geralt watches the older man leave. He stands up, giving Lena one last look over and leaves to allow her to rest.
Eskel pushes open the large doors leading outside, he’s met the sharp winter’s air. In the distance he could see a white spotted horse grazing on dry vegetation uncovered by the wind. A trail of bright red blood leads up to the horse. He cautiously approaches the horse kicking snow over the blood. He let’s the horse know of his presence by standing to the side of it. Gently he places a warm hand on the back of the horse near a black leather saddle. One that must have been many coins to pay for. Latched to the saddle we’re matching black leather sacks. One large, long, sack with thick leather, much like a weaponry carrying case. Curiously, he opens the flap of the sack. Inside were sharp weapons of all kinds. He pulls one out, a midsize dagger with a serpent wrapped around the silver handle. He furrows his brows as he brings the weapon up to his face, it had been used by the scratches and jaggedness of the metal and needed to be sharpened. He places it back in the sack and carefully pulls out a midsize ax also with a serpent decorating its handle. Carefully he places it back and goes for another bag. He pulls at the drawstrings to reveal garments, in the color of green and scarlet and violet. Shoved to the side were a few vials of red and purple liquid. He pulls a vile out and uncorks it, the scent of rose waffs against his nose. The nicest scent he has smelled in a long time. He places the vile back in the sac and uncorks the other one. Jasmine and some sort of spice.
“Curious,” He places the vile back into the bag. “Let’s get you warm and fed, horse.”
He leads the horse to a roofed barn area with plenty of hay. The hungry horse rips into what was on the ground.
Eskel grabs the bags latched to the saddle and pulls the saddle off the horse for rest. There hanging on the other side of the saddle was leather sheath. How could he have missed it? The leather was black, matching the bags he had dropped to the ground. He removes from the saddle. He pulls the sword out. It was the same as the one she had dropped. Long and slender, the handle was silver with snakes at the base. He picks up the leather bags and brings them inside.
A group of witchers were sitting and drinking along with Ciri.
Eskel drops the bags and the sound of metal echoes off the walls. The conversation comes to a halt and everyone turns their face.
“I’ve never known a woman who travels with this amount of weaponry,” He says walking over to the tables of brothers. “A woman who travels with not just one, but two swords, two daggers, and an ax. I doubt the damsel knows how to use them.”
“Would you like to try that against her?” Geralt asks, stepping off the last step. He prop himself against the rail. “Eskel, for someone who has seen what this sphere has to offer, a woman being able to use many types of weapons should not surprise you.”
“Brother,”Eskel says, walking over to his friend. “Don’t tell me that isn’t unusual. Serpents cover the handles.”
“And you wear a pendant of wolf around your neck.” Ciri cuts in.
“I’ll take these and put them somewhere safe and away from Lena if that would make you feel safer.”
The Witcher brothers start a roar of laughter. Eskel flares his nose and picks the sacks up. He shoves them into Geralt’s arms.
“If you trust her brother, I trust her. Do you trust her?”
“I do,” Geralt says. “She’s helped me out of a bad time”
Eskel wanders the halls trying to keep his mind at peace, though the rider was in a state near death, once she would be healed enough to carry a sword she might be dangerous. He makes the decision to go visit the girl who now resides in her own room.
The wandering Witcher creeps towards the door, warm air curressing him as it slips through the cracks. Slowly he pushes it open.
The room was more than warm against the night’s cold with an intense scent of strong herbs and burning wood. Eskel was thankful for the thin sleep shirt he was wearing, with it loosely open in the front. A draft of cold air ushers him forward into the room and the door slowly closes until it is left ajar. He looks back suspiciously. The room was bare with only a small round table in the corner surrounded by chairs and a small rectangular table against the wall. It was a room like any other room in the castle with a small opening for a window to let light and fresh air in.
The witcher turns around to see the girl sleeping on a bed against the wall. He grabs one of the chairs from the table and plops himself down lazily spreading his legs. He listens to the stranger’s breathing, seeing her chest rising and falling, steady and normal. Different from the fast beating heart he felt against his chest. Her heartbeat was at a sleeping pace. She was asleep, knocked out cold, it was nothing to keep him awake about. He was still uneasy.
“I’m sure you’re harmless, damsel,” He tilts his head examining her, allowing the fire light to expose her face. “You’re quite frail looking, sickly even. I doubt you would have survived out in the cold for one more night.”
Eskel places an arm on the bed to examine her more closely. He could see the girl was clean, with a layer of a healing mixture on her skin. The girl's arms were down over the covers.Eskel could see the muscles he had felt earlier gleaming against the flickering light of the fire. Even in such a frail state, the strength is still there.
“You survived. That’s strength.”
The Witcher scoots his chair closer and daringly extends a finger to the girl's skin. There is a carving of scars. He finds the beginning of a long scar that started from the back of her wrist, winding up to her shoulder. It was an irregular shaped scare like his. He presses his fingers to his face, feeling his own scar that disfigures his face. He remembers the way the rider was looking up at him, studying his face. The Witcher stands up from the chair and hovers over the sleeping girl.
“I guess you had all the luck,” he says cautiously, extending a hand to the girl’s face. He brushes the damp hair from her temple. “Wouldn’t want to ruin such a face.”
The girl's heart starts beating at an alarming pace. She starts to stir in her sleep, face expressing pain and the Witcher looming over her takes a step back. She moves to the opposite side of the bed, turning her back to him. He places a hand over his mouth when he sees dark blotches of purple and blue covering her back.
“No I won’t let you!” She forces out and rolls over onto her back. “You cannot have her!”
Eskel can’t help, but to move closer to the sleeping girl. He could see sweat forming across her forehead and her once sickly pale complexion, blotches to a feverish red.
“I’ll die before you take her!” She shouts bolting up in bed, shouting herself awake. She repeats herself more slowly and quietly. “I’ll die before you take her.”
The girl wakes with a pulsating headache and a hazy fatigue. Looming over, too close for comfort, was the man she believes held her while Geralt was tending to her wound. She looks down and sees fabric has been wrapped around her midsection. In the process of sitting up, the blanket almost falls from her body. She snatches the blanket and wraps it around her. With a quick glimpse of the room she could see there was a small table with a bowl, a cup and a pitcher. In the back wall was a small fire where a tunic hung on the back of a chair.
“Can you,” She speaks with a raspy voice. She gently places a hand against her throat. “Can you hand me that tunic by the fire? Though It’s hotter than the underworld here.”
The man nods and Lena sees his face come to view, the fire light illuminates the scarring across his face. Even more so, the intrigue of the strange scars made her stare. The man grabs the shirt and turns to walk over and notices her eye line on his cheek.
“Here,” He says and drops it on the bed.
“Can you turn around please.” She asks, feeling vulnerable.
The man turns around and she painfully pulls the shirt over her body.
“Fuck.” She whispers, sliding her sore arm through the sleeves.
“Is everything okay,” He asks, looking to the side briefly.
“I’ll be fine,” She says looking up at his strong profile as she fully positions the fabric over her bare body. She feels relief of the warmth the fire had given the cloth she let out a breath. “Can you give me a cup of water please and I won’t ask anything more from you.”
Eskel walks over to the table in the corner and picks up a pitcher. He pours the water into the cup and brings it over. Lena watches as he moves around in the shadowy darkness. Tall stature, but not as tall as Geralt.
“Can you hold the cup?” He asks, turning around and making contact with the injured girl's eyes. He walks over and extends out his hand. She reaches for it. She grabs the cup with cold fingers, brushing against his warm skin. Quickly she gets a chill. He shivers too.
“Your skin is as cold as the dead,” He says looking down at her hand holding the small cup.
“I might as well be dead.” She remarks and downs the liquid. The water feels good on her throat.
“You look like a corpse,” The man retrieves the pitcher and fills Lena’s cup again. “Very pale.”
“You really know how to make a girl feel good about themselves.” The girl tries to laugh but her stomach muscles ache.
“It’s a part of my charm.”
“You're the man who held me while Geralt cleaned my wound aren’t you?” Eskel nods his head. “I should thank you for that. Thank you. I was so frightened by what was happening and you were so kind.”
“Geralt told me to,” He says shortly. “I helped you and was covered in your blood.
“I am sorry about that.”
“But then something weird happened and almost killed both Geralt and I.”
“What?!?”
“Yes, whoever followed you here, really wanted you dead. And then it really wanted me dead.”
“Can you call for Geralt please?” She cuts her eyes at him. “I’m not too sure I’m enjoying the company anymore.”
“Ah, I don’t think so, not just yet,” He says and finds his seat again. “Now tell me what kind of girl possesses a pack full of intricate weapons?”
“Tell me, Eskel isn’t it, how does one get a scar like that on their face? If we are asking personal questions.”
Eskel chuckles and bites down on his bottom lip.
“Also do you make it a habit of barging into someone’s room while they are sleeping?”
“This scar,” Eskel says, extending his neck then leaning in closer. Lena jumps back against the small headboard of the bed. “Came from a fight. I don’t walk into rooms while people are sleeping, I just don’t trust you.”
“Ah, even when someone is as vulnerable and weak as me?,” Lena asks as she crosses her arms across her chest. “Alright, can I understand that, most men would be frightened and confused by someone like me possessing and knowing how to use so many weapons.”
“Frightened?” Eskel smiles wickedly and slaps his hands on his knees. “I’m not frightened by a girl. Especially one practically dead.”
“Ah frightened by the skills I may have,” She says with a lifted brow. “If you are nice to me I might teach you a few things.”
“I’m a Witcher and I…”
“Mmmm” Geralt mumbles, leaning against the door frame of the small room. He glares over at the other witcher in the room. “Eskel?”
“Don’t worry friend,” Lena says. “He was just amusing me into forgetting the pain I feel.”
Eskel jumps up and the chair flies backwards.
“Amusing you was I,” He says leaning in even further. His face was so close that Lena could see the redness in his skin, even in the dark. “Entertaining was I?”
“Quite entertaining,” She says, tilting her head. “I got a good laugh from him. Did you know that your friend is frightened by women with a sword? Wait until he finds out what’s between their legs.”
“I’m not frightened by women…” He stumbles on the chair behind him and Lena softly laughs.
“Eskel go to bed,” Geralt grabs the man by the arms and shoves him towards the door disapprovingly. “What are you doing here and up at this hour?”
“It was all in good fun,” Eskel says before going through the door. “No harm. A good riling up gets the blood pumping.”
The man walks out of the room and then turns back to give Lena a look of confusion.
“He typically means well, just playful. But let me know if he really starts to be rude,” Geralt says walking to the bedside. He extends a hand to Lena’s forehead. “No sign of a fever. This is good. How are you feeling?”
“Well I feel like death and apparently look like I’m dead,” Lena tries to chuckle, her soreness makes it come to a halt. “How long have I been out for?”
“About four days,” Geralt informs. “You were in pretty bad shape. When you’re ready I need to know what happened.”
“Is this out of concern for a friend or for a potential pocket full of coin? Nothing to be slayed my friend unless you want to fight the wind.”
“Out of concern for a dear friend I haven’t seen in quite some time,” Geralt retrieves the chair and sits down. “ I just want to know who or what it was that did that to you. It takes a lot to strike you down from what I recall.”
“If there is bread and ale involved or perhaps something stronger I might just tell you everything. Just you of course.”
“You can count on that, I remember how you can down a whole pitcher of ale in a good time. A woman of brutal honesty about men.”
“Only sometimes,” Lena chuckles. “It’s good to finally see you again. It’s been hard, without my sisters. I’d give you a big embrace if I could!”
“I’m happy to see you.”
“Are you really? I was sure the last time I left you, you were going to be angry with me for the rest of my miserable life.”
“Witchers understand most the need to leave unannounced,” He holds out his hand. “Still friends.”
“Friends.” Lena grasps the man’s hand tightly. “And thank you for taking care of me. I owe you!”
“Help me train the girl and you don’t have to owe me anything.”
I absolutely LOVE how we all decided that the other Geralts besides Netflix!Geralt would just give him HELL for how he treated Jaskier. Like... Get His Ass.
No one asked for this but here’s the Witcher as David Rose quotes from Schitt’s creek because those two things fit together somehow?
Plus you guys are REALLY good at showing my tiktoks love (I’m @claudibird on there I make atla, Witcher, adhd and just random nonsense tiktoks if u want more of my face idk why u would but honestly y’all are a much more appreciative audience for them and I love u for it ❤️)
some days ago I made a gifsets with the mountain scene™ with a quote from the book. i am a very weird person, and i sometimes need to know that people like what I do, so I usually stalk go and look at the reblogs tags.
and a lot, I mean, a lot of people in the tags said mean things to the characterization of netfilx!geralt. and it made me so, so sad. because I love netfilx!geralt. he isn’t the same as the books, I know. book!geralt is slightly more open with his feelings, especially towards dandelion, than netflix!geralt (and also, remember that the games are “in the future”, so game!geralt has more experience than netflix!geralt, and also it depends on how you choose to play him. game!geralt can be very very mean to dandelion if you choose to do that! he helps him, saves him and whatever, and still be mean to him. rings a bell? yes. like netflix!geralt.)
anyway, I am here to say that you all shouldn’t hate netflix!geralt, because in my opinion his characterization works. we all saw his past, and we all know about the abuses, we all know how people treat him. he’s probably the most human out there, and he acts like one, he makes mistakes, he gets mad at his friends, he’s heartbroken, he runs away from problems. as we all do.
okay, he said some mean things to jaskier. book!geralt would never have said that. so? he’ll learn from his mistakes, like everyone else. whatever netflix decides to make them meet, whatever nexflix chooses if there will be forgiveness and sorrys or leave it like this, it doesn’t matter. i like, i love netflix!geralt. and I dare to say that he’s characterization is more deep than in the books.
I think the show missed a HUGE opportunity to not have Geralt smile to himself as he hears Jaskier singing in prison, just like Yennifer smiles to herself when she hears Jaskier singing in the tavern
