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The Witcher | Character Introduction: Geralt of Rivia
Geralt of Rivia in 01.07 (”Before A Fall”)
shrikeri
it took some time to find him, he had rode as far away from blaviken as he could running from his choice..— FROM HER. she wanted to be angry at him but in a way he had set her free , free from the ange and rage, free from her constant pain and sorrow. Though those thoughts still shadowed her mind she was not fueled by them anymore, When she woke up and took that first breath in she felt all she was before exhale out. Her throat still pained , a constant reminder which didn’t help with the fact she was certain when seeing Geralt she’d most likely break his nose or worse. Yet as she found him , Well his horse first – roach who he had tied up , looked weary and horribly dirty. She took it upon herself to brush him down, She removed geralts bags and the saddle placing them gently on the ground and with a brushthe stable had she started gently groom his coat. Treating him with more care then she did with most humans.. Except how she found herself caring for geralt.
he was in the tavern near by not sure what he was doing , maybe drinking or whoring his sorrows away she didn’t quite like the thought of that .. but geralt wasn’t hers and she certainly wasn’t his.. yet the night she had with him in the woods played in her mind as she softly wiped away what dirt she could from the coat of Roach. it wasn’t long untill he came back .. He could not see her on the other side of roach but she heard him draw his sword; most likely thinking she was some thief.
“I’m not taking him…–”
her voice hoarse whic made her dip her head in shame and grind her teeth, her throat felt like it would never heal .. she took a moment to calm herself, calm her thoughts. fuck you geralt…no do not fight him not here, you’ll fighten the horse.. the people..
yes she’d tell herself she can’t hurt him for whatever reason she could make up besides the fact that she was affraid if she did fight him.. all her reage would come back.. she would be SHRIKE again. She walked out from the side of roach and faced him , she couldn’t see much of his face in the dim moonlight , it was foggy and cold but the eyes they forced him to have - those golden orbs, she could see them plainly. she found herself in a state of shock almost struggling to find words..
“ you should brush him more…. — build up of hair and dirt could give him infections.” she paused for a moment clearing her throat some not wanting to sound to raspy infront of him. “he could die from them.” he tone bitter making extra emphisis as she the word die.
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BITTER FEELINGS. unbidden and overwhelming, it curls tight in his chest ; sitting there as golden eyes take in the sight of a woman he hasn’t seen in many, many years. the sword that rests comfortingly and reassuringly in a tight grip lowers, still on guard as it glints in the moonlight. the furrow of his eyebrows are a telltale sign of his confusion and there’s a number of questions that want to roll off the tip of his tongue yet none come forth, not this second. roach is calm, unmoving and the silver medallion that rests upon his chest, hanging on top of worn leather armor mimics the same. not a work of magic, not a figment of his imagination. she’s there, in the flesh. this was no trick. ❛ it wasn’t my intention. ❜ her tone does little to soothe whatever is bubbling inside him and it influences his words with something less than friendly. his gaze shifts to roach, in less than perfect condition the mare is usually in. strapped for coin and spending more time in the woods rather than in the arms of civilization has left them both a right mess. it’s a fleeting look that he spares before his attention is back on the woman who haunted his earlier years.
butcher of blaviken. forced to make a decision when he didn’t want to. lesser evil, greater evil. what a joke. the affairs of men were troublesome all the same and he despises it. the job of a witcher was simpler when they choose only to get involved with monsters. monsters were predictable, humans less so. getting involved, taking sides on what was moral and what wasn’t, in the end it was useless. a mistake on his part to ever have done so in the first place. he knows better now, so the sight of her is a rather unwelcome one. ❛ have you come to scold me or is there another reason for this visit ? ❜ it’s said with little amusement, gruff voice making it fall like acid without particularly meaning to. lips pull into a frown, narrows eyes holding only the slightest hint of apprehension in his otherwise stoic face.
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sorry for the lack of activity but this week has been so busy for me 😔
Geralt of Rivia, Roach and Jaskier in The Witcher Netflix
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❝ I’m weak my love, and I am wanting. If this is the path I must trudge, I welcome my sentence, give to you my penance. Garrotter, jury and judge. ❞ The sound of the Lute echoed through the Inn, Jaskier moving around the place like he owned it. He’d been here about a weeks time, performing in the three inn’s that resigned in the fairly large town. He’d earned quite a bit of coin in the time here, enough for him to buy two new outfits and strings for his Lute not to mention pay for his room at the current inn. He’d have to move on soon, before they got sick of him, so Jaskier assumed tonight would be his last night here.
❝ But the story is this she’ll destroy with her sweet kiss, her sweet kiss oh, oh. ❞ As he crossed toward one of the corners of the room he finally spotted the familiar figure brooding in the dark. A tankard of Ale in his hand, the swords resting by his side. If Jaskier peeked outside he’d no doubt spot that familiar horse at the watering bin and munching on hay. He tore his gaze away before he tripped and fell, continuing the rest of the song for the tavern folk that were actually listening to it. Once the Lute ended with it’s final cord he collected the coins he earned and pocketed them.
Bravely he made his way over to the corner, dropping himself down into the chair across from the Witcher. Leaning forward a bit he looked at the man, rolling a coin between his fingers. It was rare that Jaskier of all people was at a lost for words but even Jaskier could falter with someone after the last time they talked. It wasn’t in him to run away though, not from something like this and of course the bard worried for someone he spent ten years with. Geralt was a friend, even after everything. To the ends of his days Geralt would be his friend.
❝ You here for the rumors on the Vampire? ❞ He faulters and then turns genuinely curious. ❝ Wait are Vampires real Geralt? Because I could write the most lovely ballad–yes I see it now. Her sweet fangs! Lovely pulsing neck, the rush of copper as it laces her tongue, sweet lips pressed against your pulse–to much? ❞
HIS FORCED CONTENTMENT CREATED AN ILLUSION. things were going as they should, as it have been for a long time before everything. though, as he sits there listening to the music sung by the bard ── his friend, as some would say, he finds himself at odds. loneliness that plagues his days and nights are like a poison. a sickness that, no matter what he does, will not leave him. he hates it : hates how he’s grown used to the company of others, used to the commentary provided by jaskier on long days to fill the silence that now became too suffocating. here geralt was seeking the comforting familiarity of alcohol for just a moment ( despite how it’s a sorry excuse for beer ) only to be faced with him. as if the likelihood of their paths crossing was inescapable. how long has it been this time ? weeks ? months ? time simply blurs for geralt and any notion of it is lost upon him as he chooses to busy himself with contracts rather than face reality ; anything to spare him the extra coin for easier travels and keep him distracted. within him a pang of an emotion resonates with such clarity that it stills the tankard in its path to his lips when the man before him speaks.
golden eyes tinted amber in the dimmed light of the establishment finds the bard’s gaze. something about this was quite reminiscent of their first encounter. the time when jaskier was far more naive and geralt had far too little patience and desire to entertain him. in the pit of his gut, the creeping feeling of nostalgia grips him with vicious talons. a grunt that’s more along the lines of confirmation sounds out first before he takes pause. words were never his strong point, yet there’s a pull to say more, to say anything ── perhaps to ease the distance between them. the distance geralt so adamantly wanted between them in the first place. ❛ try not to romanticize them, jaskier. ❜ arguments of what should be weaved into a catchy tune and what shouldn’t were fruitless. he’s learned that by now. the man will do whatever he wishes and who’s geralt to stop him ? not that he would, anyway. but it’s a habit, to sit and bicker about his lyrical choices. ❛ it would be a mistake. ❜
Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher Netflix
@herbounty : for all the endless worlds, for all the infinite possibilities, did i ever have a choice ? did you ?
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DESTINY WAS A FOOLISH CONCEPT. to think that everything you do was already predicted, your future set in stone and there was very little ── if anything at all, that could change it. thinking like that sours his world just a tad bit more. was it fate that his mother would abandon him ? was it fate that forced him on the path of becoming a witcher ? robbed of his choice before he even existed, without having any say whatsoever. talks of what ifs and what could have been are useless then. whatever infinite worlds she speaks of that exist beyond their knowledge are pointless : for right this instance, this is here and now. and there was no changing that. mouth curls at the corners, frown marring his features when his gaze catches hers. ❛ not everything is our choice. ❜ spoken with just an edge of doubt, almost not believing himself. ❛ but some, as insignificant these options may be, we get to control. ❜ it’s more than he said in over an hour, having once been content to sit in silence before this. ❛ i choose to be here, right now, with you. ❜
Wiedźmin, Geralt z Rivii
So was anyone going to tell me that Geralt keeps Renfri’s brooch on the hilt of his sword as a reminder of Blaviken, or was I supposed to find out from an interview with Henry Cavill myself.
The Witcher (2019 – )
bioshock infinite: burial at sea ep. 2 sentence starters.
“ it wasn’t my fault. “
“ i didn’t do anything! “
“ leave me alone! can’t you just leave me alone? “
“ i’m sorry… i never should have left. i never should have left you there. “
“ just having a bit of a laugh, ____. “
“ down here, we’ve got nothing but time. “
“ i do believe one can change things, but after all the bother, one wishes they had not. “
“ we all have our crosses to bear. “
“ there is a thin line between a martyr and a fool. “
“ you decided to come here. you know what that meant. “
“ just because your father / mother did something one way doesn’t mean you have to. “
“ from here on, it’s only going to get worse. “
“ knowing isn’t the same as being ready. “
“ it all made sense, but now it’s just a jumble. “
“ ____, you’re – you’re bleeding. “
“ once i could see everything. every possible moment, and now… “
“ think nothing of it. this is the last favor you’ll get. “
“ i’ve seen all this happen before. i’ve seen it, everything that will happen. and now… now… i only see darkness. “
“ i must confess, i’m becoming a little bit skeptical. “
“ ____, you there? i miss you. you were the only one who ever… you were my only friend. “
“ i think… ____ would miss you. “
“ for all the endless worlds, for all the infinite possibilities, did i ever have a choice? did you? “
“ i’m not going to break any cycle. if i’m lucky, maybe i can dent it… just a little. “
“ i don’t claim to understand what you are. but you are special. “
“ they’ll underestimate you, ____. they always do. “
“ i sent myself here for a reason. didn’t i? “
“ your misguided sense of altruism sends you to your doom. it’s like watching isaac newton die in a house fire in a vain attempt to save his cat.“
“ you’re a regular hero, aren’t you? “
“ you have to decide. “
“ we both know what happens next. let’s just get it over with. “
“Always getting into trouble.”
“I take after you.”
deathmsque
‘ i must admit that i never expected to meet a witcher. ‘ the light of the moon reflects in your eyes, ENHANCING the already existing brightness. your stance is non-threatening, an air of nonchalance surrounding you as you lean against a tree, heedless of the FINE materials of your jacket, with your hands clasped loosely in front of your stomach. however, the muscles in your back are coiled tight, ready to POUNCE if the need should arise. ‘ so, what tipped you off? i am usually quite adept at mingling with the mortals. ‘
HE’S ERRED ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION. subtle changes of posture, drawn taut ── just in case. a witcher who fails to keep their guard up is a dead one. in other circumstances, there’d be a part of him that would make his hand itch for the comfort of his sword, he remains unmoving for now ; mimicking indifference. ❛ let’s call it years of experience. ❜ very much near the truth : trained to tell the nuances that separate the supernatural from others. there’s a question burning with curiosity that crawls forth soon after, falling from his lips with furrowed eyebrows and a narrowed gaze to match. ❛ taking quite a risk trying to mingle, aren’t you ? ❜ humans tend to be far more dangerous than some of the creatures geralt has come across in his many travels. all it takes is one of them to figure out that there’s something ── someone different amongst them before frightened and hateful whispers turn into action.