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❝ Where the fuck have you been? ❞

eyes deeply narrowed, a look of utter confusion plastered on his face as he stared at the higher vampire. it wasn’t the fact that regis expressed his displeasure with him being late, it was the way he expressed it. “i was------ does it matter? you said fuck. you never say fuck!”

@cyruliik​  

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“so… how did everything go?”

there was a short pause in the witcher’s movements in which he looked over at rashida and gave out a small sigh. “went like i thought it would. came there to try and talk sense, but they didn’t wanna hear any of it.” and it ended in bloodshed, the bits of blood visible at on the hilt of his sword a clear indicator towards it. “why people throw their lives at a witcher just to prove they can take one on will forever be beyond me.” then again, people generally were idiots.

@rashidakazaan​          /          meme from ages ago

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the echoing sound of small footsteps could be heard, padding on the stone hallway as the five year old made his way towards vesemir's room, face stained with tears. another nightmare was what woke geralt up, his first instinct being going to the one person he knew would comfort him. the door opened with a small creak and closed with a soft thud of falling back into its place, the boy moving to vesemir's bed ---- a path he knew by heart, even through darkness. small hands gripped onto the bed linen, geralt climbing onto the bed, his small form allowing him to crawl under vesemir’s arm and cuddle up against him, still softly sniffling.                                                                                   @thegraywclf​ gets feels !!!

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“quiet. they can hear us.”

the sentence alone didn’t sit well with him, knowing that something he’d never encountered in his life was around and potentially very lethal even less so. he hated portals, he really did, and if gods could have granted him one blessing, then it would have been removing portals. without them, he wouldn’t even be here, which would make things so much more easier, but beggars weren’t choosers, and neither were witchers tossed into random places. at least he found somebody friendly enough he could be in danger with. 

“right... what’s the chances of whatever that thing is killing us?”

@lonelygcd​          /          meme from ages ago

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“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

one blink followed by another, a rather confused look plastered on the witcher’s face as he stared at the bard, trying to make sense out of it all. his mouth opened, then closed, confused look being exchanged by an uncertain one, head tilting slightly to the side. this didn��t make sense, it really didn’t, and one could say that the witcher was simply downright baffled.

“i have two questions, jaskier. why do you wanna fight me and how drunk are you?”

@fckingbard​          /          meme from ages ago

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Geralt! Hey GERALT! Geralt!? Gerrrraaaallllllllllttttttt . Geralt stop ignoring me! Geralt! G E R A L T . good lord witcher -- GERALT OF RIVIA HELLOOOO EARTH TO THE WHITE WOLF !?!?

if gods granted him more patience, one could declare him a saint then and there. alas, this was geralt, a witcher with great patience when it came to hunting monsters, tracking them down, preparing the potions and oils he needed and taking care of his equipment in general, though at the same time, had almost next to no patience when it came to jaskier. this had been going on for a while now, the constant annoyance of his companion just filling his ears in hopes of getting just attention. thus far it didn’t really work, though his patience was wearing thin, almost non-existent at that point.

“fucking hell, jaskier!” the witcher exclaimed, abruptly turning around to face the bard. a few deep breaths followed, an exhale as well before he spoke again, much calmer, albeit rather forcibly calm at the same time. “what is it?”

@hollowedpie​          /          meme.

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annoy geralt? well that isn't hard at all! "Geralt! Geralt! Geralt! Geralt? Geralt. Geralt." Pokes him. "Geralt. Geralt. Geralt." Pokes again.

an unimpressed look, followed by a rather annoying grunt. until he got poked. “do i look like a fucking joke to you, jaskier?”

@historysung​          /          meme.

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“this isn’t what i wanted.”

with the little one in his arms, geralt looked at the damage done. there was some scorched grass, a few kids crying and running away while covering their burn wounds. things escalated before geralt managed to reach sunnie, but what had been done had been done and there was not much he could have done about it, or sunnie at that point. 

“it’s all good, sunnie,” the witcher said in a soothing tone as he turned around with her to get her to safety. no doubt witch hunters would get there sooner or later, and geralt would rather no linger around if he didn’t need to. “they were mean to you and didn’t leave you alone.”

@platkisloneczne​          /          meme from ages ago

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"just… come back alive, okay?”

gaze softened as he glanced up, meeting the emerald coloured eyes of his queen, the one that managed to get the best and worst out of him and yet keep him at bay. she worried, rightfully so. times were trying, nilfgaard’s destruction caused by its army causing havoc on their way up north, with cintra on the way as well. geralt worried as well, despite knowing that calanthe could more than handle it. 

approaching her, he gingerly took her hand in his, placing a chaste kiss on top of it. “don’t worry, my queen. it’ll need a lot to bring me down. i’ll be back before you know it.”

@lionorsa​          /          meme from ages ago.

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“ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ”

thump - thump.

a shaky breath, a shaky exhaled, his vision blurred as he reached what seemed to be endless darkness. the monster got him good, so good that he didn’t even know what it was, or where it happened. 

thump - thump.

not knowing where he was, his initial motion was to turn to his side, open his eyes, see what was happening. the pain prevented him from doing just that. he couldn’t see either, his vision, if and not blurred, going into sensory overload, nor could he hear, the almost deafening sound of his own heart beating in his ears. and then... a voice all too familiar, soothing, calling to him as if trying to make him stay focused enough to not slip away.

                  “.... y----yen...?”

@cerbin​          /          meme from ages ago

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“ why do you always think you have to do everything on your own ?? ”

a frown settled on the white haired witcher’s features, the question not exactly sitting right with him. he knew the answer, but didn’t know how to answer, and considering this was ophelia, his childhood best friend, it made things all the more difficult. “because i want to.” a simple answer, one that would never suffice, he knew. taking in a deep breath, geralt finally turned to ophelia, looking at her. “any other day, i’d agree you coming with me. it’s dangerous. i don’t want to risk your life in this, ophelia.”

@ascendedchaos​          /          meme from ages ago.

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'do you always have to be such an ass?'

eyebrows rose in light surprise at the question, amber eyes shooting up from the food he ate to look at jaskier, almost as if giving him a rather telling look. “dunno what you’re really expecting from me, jaskier,” the white haired witcher replied with a small shrug before continuing to pick and separate the meat from the bone and eating a bite. “been traveling with me for long enough. at this point i’m surprised you’re even asking this question. i offered, didn’t i? you said you’d rather eat something more nourishing than a squirrel. can’t help you if you’re a picky eater.”

@hollowedpie​          /          meme.

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Little girl shyly approached to the witcher and gently pulled his cloak. "Uh...Sir Geralt, may I have a ride on your horsie with you...Pretty please..." She looked at him with her big, hazel eyes.

it wasn’t often that he was approached by children, and with the war raging across the land, it happened even rarer. there had always been something about war that kept folk on edge other than the battles and the raids across towns and villages. funnily enough, people still believed that witchers were ones to still collect children from villages and bring them to their keeps to experiment on them and turn them into their own likeness. a part of him wondered when such superstitious bullshit would actually stop. 

still, the white haired witcher couldn’t help but smile just a little bit, amber eyes glancing down at the girl who oh so gently tugged on his travel cloak and asked so nicely to ride on roach with him. “you can, but only if your parents are okay with it. wouldn’t want them to think i’m taking you away from them.”

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despite telling himself that he would actually retire from being a witcher and enjoy a cozy life on corvo bianco in toussaint, there was no helping him. once a witcher, always a witcher, and no matter how many times geralt would make the promise of not picking up yet another contract, he did, one in velen out of all places. while the witcher wasn’t too thrilled of returning to the swamp and marsh covered part of the northern realms, forsaken by men and gods alike, it was the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the unknown and the danger that almost called to him. it wasn’t even something that seemed like an unusual contract, but geralt took it, wanting to sate his thirst of not being cooped up every once in a while.

leaving barnabas-basil to manage the estate while he was away, geralt packed the essentials he needed - bombs, oils, his two trusted blades, steel and silver, and a small bag with supplies for on the way - before he mounted roach and took off. the journey was a long one. it took him almost three weeks to reach velen over sodden and brugge, with the witcher usually never stopping at inns or taverns and sticking to the pathways that usually led through the woods, living the true life of a witcher once more. while sleeping in a warm and comfortable bed was nice, it came too close to being a city boy, as vesemir would call him.

once reaching velen and the man who issued out the contract, geralt set off to where the beast was last seen, reading out the tracks with his enhanced senses and following them to a place that looked familiar - dragonslayer’s grotto. the witcher remembered being there once already. back then, the place was infested with wraiths, nekkers and one very angry ekkimara that guarded some witcher diagrams and which, geralt assumed, had its lair there. perhaps there was another lesser vampire housing the grotto now. ‘oh, the irony,’ he thought as he entered the dark ruins, torch in one hand and his silver sword in the other. so far everything seemed empty, even the room where he fought the lesser vampire.

it wasn’t until he heard movement behind him that geralt turned around in an instant, about to strike with the sword at whoever was behind him, only to stop mid air, eyes wide as he came face to face with no other than regis. “you realize that I could have sliced your head off, regis? what even are you doing here?”

@wyzszy​          /          cave meetings are best

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for three solid years, geralt simply refused to come back to kaer morhen. the pain was still there, the memories too fresh, and part of him wondered if the keep was even still there, considering how everybody scattered around the continent after the battle and after vesemir’s funeral. the thought of his father alone had the witcher pause in the entrance courtyard of the witcher keep grounds, letting himself reminisce of the good old days for a while ----- when ciri was still a little girl, endlessly complaining when she had to train with the training dummy, his own days as a little witcher in making when vesemir would show him how to handle the sword, the occasional mischief he did and the troubles he got into.

those were the good old days, and part of him so desperately wanted to go back to the past so that everything would have been nice again.

geralt came to kaer morhen with a plan, or rather, intention, the intention being to go into the keep with hopes of some of the alcohol still being there, grabbing a bottle of it and move towards the small overhand where they held vesemir’s funeral. the white haired witcher wanted to sit down there, just drink and talk to vesemir, hoping that at least that would help him to cope with the loss of his father. 

as he moved towards the keep through the inner and upper courtyard, he couldn’t help but notice how tidied up the place looked ------ all of the debris was gone, there were no corpses of wild hunt riders, there were for most part no grass or weeds growing from under the stone that had seen its share of messed up things that happened in kaer morhen. geralt brushed it off as eskel being the one to maybe still live there despite saying otherwise. well, there was only one way to find out, hence he moved towards the keep, pushing one wing of the heavy wooden door open.

                    “ --------- eskel?”

@thegraywclf​     /     jk vesemir’s alive!

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" you know , if you just let me sing at the last tavern , we wouldn't be starved for coin , hmph . "

“if i let you sing in that last tavern, you’d probably have your dick chopped off because you stuffed it in the wrong pantry. again.” and that was a fact, several rather unhappy folk turning up and demanding to see eye to eye with the bard. geralt figured it was best to simply disappear as fast as possible, even if that meant that getting out without any potential coin they could have used, either for supplies or the upkeep of geralt’s equipment.

it wasn’t as if geralt simply ignored the fact that they were out of money at that point, it was more the genuine concern for jaskier’s well-being when it came to his encounters with various men and women alike. 

“we’ll be fine, jaskier,” the white haired witcher said in a perhaps too calm tone. “we still got supplies for a few days. i can hunt as well if needed. pretty sure we’ll last ‘till we reach another town.”

@lettenhovebard​