#thead: geralt

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“let me be, yennefer.” his voice was rough, beyond the gruffness that normally accompanied it.  he was exhausted. pushing himself past most’s physical limits isn’t strange, but job after job of it had finally started to catch up with him. now, every muscle ached. demanded, rather, that he rest. geralt couldn’t. not yet. he needed to push through to next town over before dark - witcher’s were hardly ever welcomed at a place list this. but here was yennefer, right were she shouldn’t be. taking up all the space in his mind. // @thevengerberg​