I've recently just finished The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, and boy, was I blown away! I've no prior experience with the series, but I did happen to fall in love with the relationship between Geralt and Yennefer. I couldn't help myself, and had to begin some drabbles on their life post-good ending. I am open to any and all requests, so please, send some in! I'd love to draw more inspiration for these two.
Enjoy!
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"You have the greatest smile."
Raven hair swept in the wind as the sorceress turned to face the man who had complimented her. Often did compliments flow from the mouth of the witcher, hair as white as snow, eyes a bright amber, pupils slit like a cats. His expression hardened at all times, with the exception of time spent around her. Scars adorned his face — one just above his right eye, and another at his left, length going from just above his eyebrow to his cheekbone — making him appear far more intimidating then he was, at least, in the sorceresses eyes.
A smile — one that he saved only for those closest to him — was spread across his lips, amber eyes filled with admire. His arms folded over one another across his chest.
Yennefer of Vengerberg was quite used to the witcher's behavior, after experiencing it firsthand over the course of many years. Yet, even now, with the two settled in the north, living peacefully, entangled in each other's limbs, she still enjoyed picking at him. It was like a game to her, to see how much she could make the famous White Wolf squirm before finally whisking her up and into his arms.
"Showering me in compliments, as usual, I see," a playful smile tugged the corners of her lips upward, while her brow arched.
Geralt's admiring gaze did not falter at her words. "Is that a problem?"
"Of course not," the sorceress answered.
It had been nearly a year since the defeat of the Wild Hunt, and nearly a month since Geralt's teachings with Ciri had concluded, and he'd sent her on her way as a new witcher. Tales of the ashen haired witcheress had spread throughout the continent quickly, bringing smiles to both adoptive parents faces.
Down time — long overdue downtime — had finally been granted to the sorceress and her White Wolf. As agreed by both on that day of the Wild Hunt's defeat, the couple had acquired themselves a quaint cottage in a secluded area far up north, far from politics and threats of monsters. Both had been thrown out of their element, due to the change, yet embraced it with open arms. It had granted them time together that they hadn't had in so long, and nothing would take that away from them.
"Then come 'ere."
The raven hair beauty obliged without hesitation, walking into her lover's embrace, and throwing her arms around his neck. Soon, she had been lifted from the ground, legs absentmindedly wrapping around the witcher's waist. The stubble upon Geralt's chin scratched at her neck as he brushed his lips across the most sensitive areas of skin that only he knew.
For a moment, his lips had ceased contact with her skin, and only the warmth of his breath could be felt. Finally, he spoke, "Mm, wouldn't change this for the world."
Violet eyes closed, and her smile returned to her face — the same smile Geralt had loved so much.
"Nor would I."