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Unfortunately, paying attention was a Witcher’s job.
It’s why a hand moved to still the wolf’s head.
Sharp eyes narrowing ever so slightly as his attention locks on her.
Why did it always seem there was something around making his medallion vibrate.
Why did it just so happen to be @przyjaznadusza?
He leans a fraction of an inch closer.
Breath ghosting across her lips; just as he closes the distance between them, because to him?
This was less of a game, and a hunt he was already partaking in.
It just depended on whose patience would crumble first.
“I think —
Geralt would turn.
Shifting their positions so that she’s the one pinned; all aided by the grip he had on her waist, his lips even threatening to curl into a soft grin.
“Witchers don’t need to lie.”
Sure, in the past some seedy Witchers had lied, cheated and —
To say the sudden push caught him off guard would’ve been an understatement; yet a hand rises, gently cradling her cheek.
Thumb opting to brush along the ridge of her cheekbone.
“You have no idea.”
His voice softened; something between a whisper and simply —
He knew what she meant.
He pauses.
“I haven’t seen Triss, I’ve—.”
He groans out; trying to figure out the best way to elaborate on what he’s been doing, on his plans.
“I’ve been busy trying to keep a swallow safe along the road to Kaer Morhen.”
Vague —
Hey may have to actually bring her on a contract some time then.
♡ @OccultTracker ——
• he can so very easily persuade her to hunt with him through merely a look .
• but there’s always home comforts for when he returns back afterward, even if she did adventure out with him .
• spell storing rings always ready to help .
• “ my hunter ”
“Can’t say I did. Last I checked, sorcereress’ don’t tend to slum it in the wilds or poor towns.”
Despite his usual gruff; the rough tone of his voice, there was something of amusement when he said that.
“I’ve been avoiding most large towns and cities, trying to —
“Mm, got a little tied up on a contract. Required. . . More of an investigation than I’d care to admit.”
He could see it in her eyes. The disdain for the vagueness, for the lack of clarity with his answers.
A part of him hated it. Trying to avoid telling her —
“Coming from down south—. Souther Temeria.”
Another drink of wine. Something to fill his silence with while he thought of regaling her with the truth.
Her other question made him pause.
“Winter is coming. Heading back to Kaer Morhen is actually my —
Sharp eyes narrow just a bit.
He hated the subterfuge and mystery; every sorcereress seemed to love it, yet he knew it made things unnecessarily complicated.
Yet he’d nod.
He’d play along with her game. For now.
“Alright. Let’s talk about me.”
A subject he —
— never particularly enjoyed; yet he’d give in, offer himself up on a silver platter for the raven haired mage.
“What about me do you want to know, Yen’?”
She’d have to be specific before he began spilling his guts to her. Even with a few glasses of wine down, he —