The following day..
Jolting in a sweat at the knocking on my door. 'Yes who is it', groaning out who could be up this early.
Knocking a few times more Vessimer voice followed shortly after behind the door, "Morning Luna, Lambert going to be back shortly with todays hunt. You should wake up soon if you wish to eat".
I groaned again, "Yes I'll be down soon", his footsteps which were pretty light for a man his age went back down the stairway. I turned out of bed and glanced at the window of the harsh storm preparing for there big release. Sitting up walking over to the window looking down at the steep snow, 'Hopefully Lamberts okay'. Walking back over to the tub I got my discarded pants and boots and dressed my self.
Opening the door skipping down the stairs with any luck to talk to Eskel about last night.
I rushed past the Kitchen peaking in to see Vessimer skinning whatever poor thing Lambert caught, seeing me, he smile and nodded for me to come over. I made my way over to the old wolf, standing next to him as he skinned the beast.
"Whatever happened in your past leading you here, I trust you know you are well protected".
I nodded giving my thanks for his kind words, "I appreciate it you guys have been very helpful to me, a total stranger honestly".
He laughed showing a warm smile towards me, "Us wolfs stick together, were a pack here. We leave, but always return".
I nodded, indicating I understood. He continued, "My last pup should be here soon actually, he's pretty famous".
I chuckled at his boastful Father side of him about his son, who I knew of course had to be Geralt. I piped up in feign recognition, "Oh I heard of him from the ballads".
He nodded with a laugh, "Good, gives you two something to talk about when you meet him".
'I chuckled nervously knowing that'll be the last thing Geralt wants to talk about when meeting me'. Once the laughter died down from Vessimer and silence took the room once more he resumed the skinning of the beast and spoke out to me, "Just know I meant what I said earlier Luna, trust".
I smiled with a nod and made my way out the kitchen in the aim to run into Eskel. Jogging in the corridors making sure to watch my step this time, I stopped noticing an alchemy table been occupied by Lambert. Walking up behind him, "Good morning Lambert, how was your hunting"?
He turned and smirked, "Good morning to you too Princess don't you seem chipper this morning?".
I feigned innocence at his accusation towards me, "Well if that's how you feel" I shrugged with a big smile. He smiled back at me and perused his alchemy.
I stepped around the table to get a better look at him working. Watching him work so diligently, his rough hands seemed almost really gently as he handled the ancient wear. Almost as if he didn't just didn't kill the huge beast Vessimer was cooking. I leaned over a bit to see him pinch some grass seeds of something into another dish that was steaming. Noticing him pick up the steaming dish with a pair of metal tongs and sat it down right next to my side of the table, I felt him pick up something right in front of me slightly grazing my chest.
In that moment I felt the chills go down my back from that slight sensation of touch. I giggled, "Lambert please someone will see us".
He jumped a bit taken back my response, a deep grumble erupting from his chest, 'Did he not like my joke? It's not like I was mad I knew it was an accident'.
As he stood silent for a moment before speaking, "I don't take kindly to being teased ya know, especially from a woman so willing".
I shifted a bit of my weight, my smile still on my face in front of the hard eye witcher. Almost as if he was looking at my soul, I felt that same feeling again that I did with Eskel last night. This time it felt more exciting, like I was prey, and I wanted to get caught by him. Lambert came around the table towards me as I inched backwards away from his stalking form, "I didn't mean it like that, I was only joking", I reassured him.
For some reason as he inched closer, I tilted my neck, baring him the same side Eskel dug into last night. I don't know why it felt so right, but I held still as he trailed his nose along my neck sniffing rather harshly while his hands held my hips in one place. Remembering where we are as I heard foot steps coming closer to us, "Lambert let go some one is coming".
He only gave me a low laugh, "And? Let them see".
I pushed him off with some error of almost falling to witch he caught me. I sighed, 'Why am I so clumsy'. Eskel soon came in, bowls and utensils in hand, followed by Vessimer with the food. Eskel stopped looking at us, Lambert who was still holding unto my near falling form. Vessimer only smiled as he kept walking towards the right-side table near the entrance with the food in hand. Eskel gave Lambert a knowing smirk as I fought out his grip, he approached us with a knowing smile. "Luna; Princess, if you'd missed me you didn't have to run into the arms of Lambert to get my attention".
Shaking my head at his antics, I walked away from the playful argumentative witchers towards Vessimer. Lambert who was quick as ever, "HA, so fast huh?".
I heard Eskel 'tsked' in aggravation from his comment, which I have no idea what he meant. Getting closer to Vessimer and taking my seat next to him as he sat at the end of the table me on his right hand side. I looked over back to the two witchers as they spoke almost barley audible, they then turned to me, looking back at me, meeting my eyes. I quickly looked away, as they decided to make there way towards the table with the rest of the things from Eskel. Lambert and Eskel who sat down the opposite from me on the left of Vessimer. Almost pouting that at least one the two witchers didn't join my side of the table. In all honesty it made me kind of sad they didn't want to sit next to me, but I degrees, I shouldn't let my feelings get in the way of something so childish. Being done with my inner monologue I noticed the food being placed in front of me, looking up at Vessimer, I nodded my head in gratitude. Lambert let out an uncomfortable cough, almost pained. I looked over at him in concern, to meet both of the witchers eyes dead on me again. Instantaneously, I got chills. Looking back at my food as Lambert spoke of his hunt and how the beast consistency tried to make a run for it.
Once the uncomfortably was gone the room was soon filled with laughter again.
Vessimer brought up his old war stories, some I even cried a bit too. In my midst of grief for the man who sorta felt like a Father to me now, until a really strong gust of wind that could be felt shifting through the air. I saw the three witchers perk up, and a rattle of there're medallions rumbled as one. Suddenly a bright light, that almost filled the room, a portal perhaps? In a second, the witcher, Geralt of Rivia who seemed to almost dropped out of thin air, glitching in the room with us.
"I hate portals.", he grumbled as he stood from his jump roll onto the floor.
Vessimer stood and beckoned him over giving Geralt a much needed hug before the two sat down at the table, being next to Vessimer, causing him to sit right next to me, I scooted all the way over as I admired him. "Geralt how have you been, good path?". He shared a smile to Vessimer; along with his brothers, happy to see them again. "The path was good to me yes". I quickly skimmed down his figure, noticing he looks just the same as ever white hair tied behind him, with that scar right under his left eye with a pair of slighted yellow eye's to match. His eyes soon to turn to meet mine, I jumped at being caught in the act of starring at him so profoundly.
"And who is this, Lambert's guest, I'm guessing? Your must be very powerful, my medallion hasn't stop shaking since I got here".
'I looked away from him, not offended but a little embarrassed. For one, I don't know crap about controlling my power. And two, Lambert, c'mon he's just boosting his ego even more if it wasn't so big already'. Slightly pouting at his accusation, "What makes you think I'm here with Lambert". Just as fast, Lambert jumped to his own defense, "What's that suppose to mean Princess?". I looked at Lambert in annoyance because he wasn't helping with his antics. Vessimer soon accused himself to fetch a bowl for his third to eat as well, great, Vessimer wasn't any help either'. I was sighed looking over at Eskel in my time of need, he was honorable at least. Only to be met with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He was certainly enjoying me being so flustered,
"Princess huh? So you are. I could tell from how smothered his scent is on you". I felt the room pause for a moment from Geralt's comment, I literally want to hide right now. I never got this embarrassed in front of men like this before now, I've always been strong willed.
But if it's either Eskel or Lambert I get weak in the knees, willing even...
I can't explain it. Now it's seems that Geralt wants to poke fun at me, or at least get a point across, I sucked in a breath, 'Hold it together'.
He smirked at me, making my blood boil, "So do you do this with every witcher you meet or just both of my brothers? It's not a secret this close".
'I guess not..'
"Listen I don't care what kind of nose you got, learn how to mind your own business. I was kind of excited to meet the famous Geralt of Rivia but all I met was a asshole". He sat there starring at me, and me at him. It almost felt we were battling for dominance and I felt like I was winning. He turned away from me almost as he was repulsed with himself. I stood fast and made my exit, "Well with a turn of events I decided to leave, maybe Vessimer needs help with chores. Thanks for breakfast it was great". Eskel and Lambert turned to Geralt, both upset with the outcome of there brother making Luna livid with him.
Eskel POV
Turning to Geralt, "I don't know what hit you so hard on the Path brother but you went way too far, that's not like you at all". He sighed nodding, "I smelt her as soon as I dropped in, she's intoxicating". I looked to him surprised, 'So we were right! We figured that if me and Lambert would feel like this with Luna so would Geralt, since were all one pack. I just didn't seem to notice until Lambert told me his feeling's directly after meeting her, that pull and that smell of vanilla ever time she walked past. We brought it up with Vessimer and he said this could very much be 'our' mate, and how the pull could only get stronger from here on out. So expecting Geralt was the least of my worries, me and brothers are as thick as skin together. But for Geralt to plainly make her upset just because popped a deep vein in me'.
"Explain yourself Geralt now", I gripped my ale in hand as my knuckles felt like there're were turning white'.
He looked up at me and Lambert who arsm were scrossed over his chest, sat waiting for his response.
"As much as a spite fire she is, I'm not willing to end things with Yen just yet. I'm content with what we have right now". Lambert laughed in his face, "The same woman who bosses you around right?". His laughter quickly changing to anger, "Are you shitting me? This is our mate and all you can think about is Yen the witch bitch?!" I nodded in agreement with my brother, "I agree with Lambert with this Geralt. Being away from your mate for so long after meeting them can be painful, think about how this would hurt Luna if she knew".
Geralt immediately piped up, "What do you mean if she knew, does she not know your mates?"
The silence said it all, in return it was Geralt who laughed at us "If she knew regardless, I'm sure I made my point that I'm not a suitable mate for her, she has you two after all, three is a bit much". His laughter now turned grim.
I sighed shaking my head, "Brother you say that now, but you'll be begging her to acknowledge you this winter if you keep this up, I wish you luck. Let's see how well you can stick to your own words".
Sorry its been a while :) Hope you enjoyed it!
(And lol I love Yen, but I like drama).