#whitewxlf

[ashenxone]

“What can you know about saving the world, silly? You're but a witcher.”

Ciri and Geralt aesthetic for @whitewxlf

[siimplewolf]

whitewxlf replied to your post “say whatever they want to say but at least eskel doesn't have a gwent...”

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You are my brother and I care for you enough to tell you to stop. It is time to stop, Wolf.

[einherii]

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This is what she has known -- a “cycle of conflict” that has been the center of her being, the center of her family for too many years to walk away from it now. There was no room for the soft-hearted on the field of battle, no room for those with a tormented conscience. But then, was this not the very root of her culture? An eye for an eye -- this blood feud is what ruled East Gotaland, not her brother ( and this was only a dawning realization, as more war, more wreckage swept through her range of sight ). But it would be over her cold, dead flesh that their enemies harm him, and threaten their birthright again. 

Victory or Valhalla --- they were the only options left for them, for her family. This was bigger than any of them as individuals. It was the livelihood of their house, the survival of their people. And this is what spurned her rage, and her quest for vengeance. The two go hand and hand for Torbjorn -- she has much to learn. And for this, can barely contemplate the response she is given. 

❝ --- what justice can be found in that? And what better things do you have to do, than ensure that they meet retribution for what they have done to you? At your hands? ❞

[swallowofspaceandtime-blog]

@whitewxlf

Perhaps it was the creak of the door that made the child shoot up where she'd been hunched over the book she was to be studying, but that wasn't what made her heart race. Truth be told, she couldn't remember enough of the dream from her unintended nap to know why she felt suddenly anxious, but Ciri looked up toward the door then back down to the book. Geralt was a very good distraction, the child hopping to her feet with a crooked smile as she pushed her hair back from her eyes.

"I finished the chapters Uncle Vesemir assigned me, I swear it. Does that mean you will train with me now?"

[hvcdrungr]

If LOKI did AESTHETICS: ‘fuck you, Geralt’ edition.

[sinnhelmingrmoved]

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It’s the eyes that will do him in, she decides, holding her captive for a brief eternity. They always strike her in some kind of way, though another’s have become all too familiar to her. Still, it benefits her to stay out of such personal doggerel, gaze slanting instead to the metal wolf about his neck, something else she has learned to recognize. This she can play as recognition, and she falls into the part swiftly.

“It takes a powerful man to flash a charm like that,” she notes. That was, however, no guarantee that she could find him easily. Cryptic as it all is, the queen finds herself still in the clear. She has traveled far hoping for a different sort altogether, but oftentimes you find what you need above what you want. He must have earned such snowy hair, she tells herself.

“I have need of a hunter, if he has need for coin.”

[miigrant-blog]

“Well, well, well...” The last word was drawn out as the magician spoke, his steps were graceful and long as he approached the witcher, a charming smile spreading across his lips. “If it’s none other than Geralt of Rivia. Gwynbleidd. The White Wolf. The Butcher of Blaviken, etc, etc.” As Alejandro walked, the robe hugging him flew gracefully behind him until he came to a halt and gave the witcher a rather obnoxious bow. 

“It’s been so long, Geralt. It’s good to see you again and still alive, despite the awful rumours I’ve heard. What is it that a humble servant such as myself can do for you, my dear witcher? Could it be that you’re here to see the King? I’m afraid he’s not receiving visits at the moment, but I would very much enjoy your company. No, don’t say anything, witcher, I know that you will refuse, that you’re here on witcher’s business, but none of that! I refuse your refusal! Come, come, my dear Geralt. Take a seat, you can take off your coat as well, no one here will be scared of that sword you carry on your back.” Alejandro moved towards the comfortable looking couches in the room, sitting down on one and crossing one leg over the other.

“Please, Geralt. Do not make me beg, take a seat.” He clapped his hands and immediately a servant appeared. “Be a dear, bring us the fine wine from Toussaint that was delivered last week. And bring us the boar ham, the terrine and the roasted hazel grouse. Chop chop.” He urged the servant as he clapped his hands again, now turning to look at the witcher, smiling widely at him. “Don’t look at me like that, witcher. After all, you’re my guest. You will be treated as such. And now...” He placed both hands over one knee, narrowing his eyes as he studied the monsterslayer. “Is there a monster that needs killing, Geralt? I haven’t heard about any. Or perhaps a wizard that needs a hiding.”

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[myricds-archive]

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Her exhausted resignation makes the Witcher relent. Shoulders sag with a sigh, displeasure settling into a grim stare. With dusk closing their chaotic day, Geralt allows his ire to pass – the sharp reprimands on his tongue remain behind his teeth as he gives in to his own fatigue. 

Much could be said about Triss Merigold, but no one could deny her compassionate and generous nature. She doesn’t share the same arrogant and callous temperament as the rest of the lodge, instead, she radiates an endearing warmth that not even Geralt could escape. As much as he admires her selflessness to protect her fellow mages, it was her brazen act of altruism that caught the attention of the Witch Hunters. Their raid had been well-planned and consequently gruesome.

“We’ll be all right here for a while. But they’ll catch on eventually.” Geralt turns away to peek through the curtains, glancing over the quiet streets, ignoring the tense air between them – no guards, only weary folk returning home. Once satisfied the guards have lost their scent, he comes to take a seat, his gaze finding her again. For the time being, the abandoned shop makes a good hideout – while the building is barren, by the lingering scent, Geralt can tell it used to be a herbalist store, now awaiting a new tenant.  

“Triss…” he starts, breaking the silence that lingered just a little too long. “You need to leave Novigrad. Now.” His voice is stern, not wanting to leave much room for debate. The demand is selfish – born from his desire to protect her,unable to see her come to harm.

“If you stay any longer, you’ll be tied to one of those pyres.” The very thought brings back impatience to his tone, but now reserved and controlled. “You can’t keep making this up as you go. It’ll be too late before you realise your back is against a wall.”

they'd caught a lucky break, but the same can't be said for much of the others, and she runs a trembling hand through her hair, exhaustion settling into the roots and snaking its way steadily down to her toes. she's been told before that her cause is a foolish one that will only lead to her own downfall, but triss has no intention on turning her back on it NOW, not when things are only getting worse.

and she may be one of the youngest sorceresses of the lodge, but she's also much more powerful than most give her credit for, and geralt's warnings only serve to stoke the fire of her frustrations. she KNOWS he means to protect her, but she's not a helpless girl, she's the fourteenth of the hill, and she will not abide his patronizing tone.

         '   i'm not going anywhere geralt ------ and you should know better than to even suggest such a thing.   ' 

her voice remains calm ---low despite the anger that tries to filter through it. opening her mouth to say more, she stops, holding her breath as a shadow passes by the covered window before turning her gaze on him once any apparent danger has subsided. when she speaks again, it's in a whisper, as if she's telling some secret that lives between only them. 

    '   if i leave, everything i've worked for crumbles. there are still more of them out there---   '    a hand motions toward the door and the grim scene that lies beyond it, even if she cannot see it in that moment.    '   tell me you have a better idea, because i will not leave novigrad, not until i know i've done EVERYTHING in my power to help.   '