#Tʜᴇ Wɪᴛᴄʜᴇʀs Lɪғᴇ Is Tʜᴇ Pᴀᴛʜ (main verse)

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@humilemvatis​ continued from [ x ]

The bards comment earned a sigh from the Witcher, those golden eyes of his regarding Dandelion carefully. “Never said for you to be the one to tell them.” Geralt never understood why Jaskier thought that everything he said needed to be told to someone. He was just saying that they could kiss his ass. Though, the comment of being recognized brought Geralt to pay attention to the surroundings rather than his companion. “Damnit. Let’s go.” He growled, putting his palms flat against the table and pushing himself up. “I told you to wear a hood.” He commented, almost like he was pinning this on his friend as he stepped away from the table, and toward the entrance of the inn.

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@vrohiir liked [ this ] for a starter! || Not Accepting!

Geralt gave a light sigh, golden eyes looking to the creature before him. There were few rare chances when he could warn someone of what might happen in the future. Most of his contracts were on simple monsters, but some of them were sentient. They deserved the chance to try and stop, to move on before they ended up being hunted. “Look, I’m just trying to be polite here.” He growled, arms crossing along his chest. “If you keep this up, within the year there will be a contract on your head, and I’m sure some other Witcher will pick it up.”

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Castlevania Season Two Sentence Starters || Accepting! @sanguinesmiles​

She expected that from one of the few remaining Witchers in the world? Perhaps another time, he might have laughed, but for now she only received a slight smile, and an amused expression from him. He knew very much what it was like to feel alone, both physically and mentally. He had grown cold to it. Perhaps she had not though, and he answered her, all while crossing his arms along his chest. “Figured you smart enough to know it already.” A slight jab, a tease, but he understood the want to hear something said, even if it was obvious. “No, you’re not alone. If you don’t mind a Witcher, that is.” They were friendly enough, in his mind. She had saved his hide a few times now, when he had been badly injured. He did consider her a friend. Made him wonder if she considered him the same, though if she saying that to him, perhaps she did.

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Golden eyes narrowed slightly at the proclamation that she had nothing to do with this...massacre. The caravan looked as if it had been obliterated by magical blast. After the people in the caravan had been dismembered and tossed about as if toys for a plaything that he would rather not meet any time soon. His medallion was reacting, if only faintly, but to what he could not be sure. A grunt left the Witcher as he squatted beside one of the bodies, reaching out to trail a gloved finger along the edges of one of the wounds. That bit about the puppy seemed true, at least. But what did she consider a puppy? “Nothing to do with it...” He echoed her statement, before those golden eyes turned on her. “Then how do you know it was a...puppy?”

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Flirt with the Witcher! || Accepting! @foxofmaribor​

Triss was hardly the subtle one. Everything she did seemed to be displayed easily to see, and he had never taken that for granted. He didn’t know why he expected anything less when it came to something like this. The way she looked at him was enough to set any man ablaze, and even Geralt wasn’t immune. Golden eyes drank her in as her teeth worried her bottom lip, enjoying the sultry look it was giving her. A smile curled his lips, unable to help himself as she shifted from that sultry smile, into that look.  It was something that a blind man could feel.  Geralt’s reaction? Well, the moment his brain wasn’t so fuzzed by the simple look she gave him, he inclined his head, those golden eyes holding with hers. Just as she had said nothing, so did he. All he did, was crook his finger, beckoning her closer. She might have him under her spell, but if that look meant anything, she might not mind closing the distance herself.

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Thevengerberg Sent : "I can’t help but think I was meant to find you."

Witcher Sentence Starters! || Accepting ! @thevengerberg​

That sentiment, from Yen? He couldn’t help the slight smile that curled his lips at hearing it. Fate was something that entered their lives with a regularity that was almost irritating. Fate that they be bound together, fate that Ciri came to them, fate that they would lead her to her destiny. Fate that Yen suffered through what she had, that he had suffered through what he had. There were times that he was about ready to say ‘fuck fate’ but he always held his tongue. The one time he had tried to run from it, it had run to him instead and brought a war along with it. “Hope you think that’s a good thing.” He couldn’t help but jest a bit, but those golden eyes of his were soft, looking at her in a warm way.

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The Witcher (Show) Starters || Accepting! @veterisdryadalis​

“So it’s the same as literally everywhere else?” He questioned the elf, looking to Avallac’h as if he had said something profoundly stupid. But, the Witcher gave a sigh at last and shook his head. “If that is your insistence that you come along, fine. Could use a mage.” That much was true. This journey might be difficult without a mage to assist. Likely there would be....portals. Gods know, he hated portals. 

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Snarkomancy asked : ✍️ Pass my muse a note

Non-verbal Starters! || Accepting! @snarkomancy​

The Witcher wasn’t all that surprised as Phillipa approached him, those golden eyes settling on her curiously. She had a habit of doing as she pleased, even if it meant walking right up to someone she knew wasn’t a friend. Geralt wasn’t interested in being friends, and he had certainly put himself in her path intentionally quite a few times. The two shouldn’t be on talking terms. And it seemed they weren’t, for the only thing she did was nod at him, and brush her hand against the back of his before walking off. The Witcher watched her go, confused, only to notice a small thing of paper sticking from the cuff of his gauntlet.  He didn’t mess with it until he was sure there was no one to see. If Phillipa had gone through the trouble of writing it down instead of speaking it, it had to be something she didn’t want anyone else to know about. That meant it was likely serious, and begrudgingly, he had to take it so. The note was simple, meeting him somewhere, at a later time.  Made sense she wouldn’t write it down either, just arrange the meeting.

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Non-verbal Starters! || Accepting! @sigrvif​

There was only the slightest bit of surprise on his face as the woman began to growl at him as if she were some sort of animal. It might have been unnerving to someone else, she did a particularly good job of looking dangerous with that expression, but Geralt had worse than her growl at him before. An eyebrow rose as he continued to meet her gaze, curiosity winning him over for the most part. “Any reason you’re growling at me?” He finally asked, looking almost...bored. He almost wondered if that growling was going to turn into a snarl here soon. 

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Unprompted ! || Accepting! @frxgmcntcd​

The gift she presented him with was quite nice. A well-made leather jerkin, sewn with care and done so to retain mobility as well as warmth and protection. It was hard to find anyone capable of such work, when had Flamia learned? None the less, he was still quite pleased, a smile actually showing itself. “Did you do the whole thing?” He questioned, those golden eyes going from the gift to her. “It’s really quite well done. Thanks.” It would certainly come in handy for his wintering. It was cold everywhere in the world but Toussaint in the winter.

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Slainchosen Sent : I can’t help but think I was meant to find you.

Witcher Sentence Starters! || Accepting ! @slainchosen​

The words she spoke were just perfect enough to curl his lips into a smile, a small one but one none-the-less. Golden eyes focused on her as he turned his head to meet her gaze, enjoying the way she looked at him. It warmed his heart to know she looked at him like that, to know that she felt for him that way still. He hadn’t thought it had changed, but the sentiment could become muted after years together. And they had certainly shared many years. Reaching out, the Witcher gently took her hand, lacing her fingers with his own and giving her hand a soft squeeze the moment their touch settled against one another properly. “I don’t care if you were meant to or if you did it on your own. I just care that you did.” He whispered gently, using that hold on her to pull her closer to him.

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Nightscng Sent : I’ve always wanted to know, do Witchers ever retire?

Witcher Sentence Starters! || Accepting ! @nightscng​

The question sobered Geralt, his golden eyes shaded by his hood as his head dipped a bit lower than usual. Witchers were not the kind that got to retire, though people often made comments about what they would do when there were no more monsters. Well, they would travel and look for more. And starve when the coin stopped coming through. A world without monsters was a hard place for a Witcher to live. They weren’t accepted by people, and it made for living hard when one wasn’t plying the trade of being an exterminator of monstrous pests. 

Raising his head, he met Lysirae’s eyes, those golden ones of his a bit dull, considering the thoughts he had just mulled over. “Witchers only retire to an unmarked grave.”

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Kurkowna Sent : You can’t outrun destiny because you’re terrified.

Witcher Sentence Starters! || Accepting ! @kurkowna​

Oh, how the Witcher knew that to be true. He had once run from Destiny before and the result hadn’t been grand. Once he had tried to run from Ciri, and he regretted that attempt ever so much. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without the young woman, and what had come about because of her. Destiny had given him much but taken from him too. Was he scared of it? Yes. The price it demanded could be devastating. But he had seen what came of running from it. 

“I tried that once.” He admitted though he was fairly sure she was aware. Golden eyes looked to her as he made his admission, a slight smile on his lips. “Besides, I don’t feel terrified if you’re here with me.” Geralt rarely admitted his dependence on Yen. She made him feel at ease, even when the world was on the verge of tipping out of control. It was strange how the heart could do such things. Reaching out, his hand gently squeezed one of her own, staring into those violet hues calmly. As calm as he had ever been. “Unless you feel like running?”

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Epheemere Asked : 💋

Give Geralt A Kiss! || Not Accepting ! @epheemere​

Geralt had not long been in Novigrad, in fact, he had only just arrived earlier that day. The Witcher was weary from the road, and he had barely made it into the Kingfisher, looking for some drink to quench his thirst from the road. The inn was moderately busy for the time of day, but he had his drink in short order, sipping at it as if to savor it before the sound of someone approaching caught his ear. A familiar scent, though he could not distinguish it well with the many that were in the room. Turning, those golden eyes went wide at the sight of her. “Ariella?” 

Her name barely left his lips before she was atop of him, throwing herself into him with enough force to put his back against the bar, and her arms around his neck. Her lips pressed greedily into his, and he couldn’t help but return that passion, kissing her back for what seemed like an eternity. By the time they had pulled back, his arms were around her waist, holding her close, and a few eyes had turned to them. “It is good to see you.” He whispered as he held her, squeezing her against his dusty form.

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Kurkowna Asked : 💋

Give Geralt A Kiss! || Accepting ! @kurkowna​

Her presence was welcome, always. The scent she wore, Lilac and Gooseberries was a dead giveaway to her being nearby, his head turning to look at her before she was even close enough to touch him. Golden eyes softened significantly as she approached, humming in delight even as they seemed to pause. Yennefer was someone that Geralt felt utterly content with, and every moment they were was profound to the Witcher. He never wished it to end. His gaze remained on her as she approached him, smiling as she put her hand on his cheek, keeping his gaze tilted up to look at her. She liked to take advantage of when he was lower than she. And then her lips were upon his. And without hesitation, he was pressing back. A hand pressed to her thigh, keeping her from backing away, though she definitely didn’t have any intentions of doing so. The taste of her was melting, his mind unable to focus on anything else, growling against her lips as his delight went on. Of course, she was able to read his mind, and she would know that she filled his thoughts, and her alone. No doubt she would find that some level of pleasing.

Finally, their lips parted, and the Witcher could not help but pull her into his lap, even if it brought her off of her feet in a messy way. He purred in contentment, leaning in to kiss her again, keeping her close this time. There was no need to speak, she knew what she had done by starting this.

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Eclipsecursed Sent : 💋💋💋

Give Geralt A Kiss 💋 || Accepting ! @eclipsecursed​

Their situation was far from normal. He had killed her once before, she had been resurrected shortly thereafter. She held no ire toward him for killing her, though he did hold guilt for doing so. Perhaps that was why she didn’t hate him for it. He felt guilty for having ended her life once, though they had both known what the outcomes would have been the second they both refused to stand down. Whatever the reason was, Geralt was relieved when he felt her touch upon him again, and her lips pressing against his own. He couldn’t lie, the taste of her was far sweeter after all they had been through.

Geralt happily kissed her back, pressing into her touch as if starved of touch in general. And he usually was. Hands gently, yet firmly, gripped at her hips, keeping her close to him as their lips continued to meet. It took long moments, but eventually, they pulled from one another, only far enough that the tips of their noses could touch, gently pressing to one another as they sought to kiss yet again. And they did. This kiss didn’t last near as long as the first, but Geralt didn’t mind, his lips slowly wandering from her own, trailing along her jawline and toward her throat. And all the while, he said nothing. What needed to be said when their actions proved to do the talking better than he ever could.