During the alchemical "Trial of the Grasses", a process used to turn humans into Witchers, Geralt displayed an unusual tolerance for the mutation processes and was experimented on further, which is heavily implied to have given him greater physical prowess than his Witcher brethren. Abandoned by his mother, the sorceress Visenna, he was taken in by a Witcher named Vesemir and trained at the fortress "Kaer Morhen" to become part of the guild of monster slayers known as the Witchers.
All that mattered was that Geralt was here now, with her.Geralt of Rivia is the titular character of The Witcher series of books, video games, and TV series. No matter what.” So much was to be said, but Y/N left it all to be unspoken. Wanting to be even closer to him, you intertwined your legs in-between his large calfs, earning a small smile from the white haired man. You pressed your chest against his, as Geralt stroked your back with his hand, placing soft kisses on you, knowing how much you loved to feel the warmth of his body. He held you in his safe arms, watching you in content and utter bliss. Your soft and gentle hands slowly unbuttoned his worn tunic, peppering his chest with small kisses, as you undid the buttons one by one. Body heat was radiating off him like he was the sun giving warmth to you, his own universe. You took ahold of his large hand and led him to the bed motioning for him to lay down. “You came back,” Y/N barely whispered so only he could hear. Geralt closed the gap by gingerly kissing you, softly and slowly, wanting to savor every second of the moment. Without saying anything you wrapped your arms around his shoulders covered by a black tunic and instinctively he placed his hands around your back pulling you in as close to him as he could. He had wanted to hear that soft voice of yours from the moment he last saw you. “Yes, Y/N?” He answered, coming closer to her, looking at a face so sweet and pure. “Geralt?” You questioned, getting up from the bed. The broad man turned around, silver strands of hair framed his face illuminated by the fire. You threw off the covers and couldn’t believe your eyes, rubbing them with your hands to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
You held your breath as you could feel someone’s presence creeping up closer to you.Ī familiar grunt rang through the room, his amber eyes screening the bedroom, ears picking up an increased heart rate under the covers. Quiet footsteps seemed to boom from the squeaky tiled floor as they got louder. You put the covers over your head hoping that the intruder wouldn’t see you, even though your silhouette stuck out like a bump on a log to the man’s keen eyesight. This was it, you thought… this is how it all ends. Then you heard the front door open, which made you weary after someone locked it a second after.
You turned around in the bed, thinking that it was just the heavy winds making the windows creak open and closed. You didn’t know how long you were passed out for, judging on the fireplace still roaring with flames. There was a distant bang that seemed to echo throughout the cottage, making you grumble half-asleep. Frustrated, you rolled over and tried shaking out any leftover thoughts so you could fall asleep. If you concentrated hard enough memories of him peppering your neck and shoulders with small kisses seemed to become real sometimes when you had trouble sleeping. You laid down on your bed and hid your body beneath the thick covers, closing your eyes and flashbacks of the white haired man pulling you in closer to his body flooded your mind, which happened in the very spot where you laid. The sky was turning grey, filled with clouds illuminated by the glowing moon, the only sound flowing through the cottage was from the crackling firewood. 365 days and not a moment passed without you thinking about him, the ways his amber eyes glowed like the bright sun, his calloused yet gentle hands embracing your body. Summary: touch starved reader desperately needs geraltģ65 days since you had saw him leaving.