Headcanons that Witchers are just weird monsters
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19 Mar 2019
“Dettlaff will have fled to an old haunt of ours, I expect, but he wouldn’t risk staying there too long and I’ll not risk losing him, not when he’s as much a danger to others as himself.” Geralt just grunted, leaned his elbows on his legs and looked to his hands clasped between his knees. Regis swirled the drink in the glass - another mouthful or so and it would be empty. “I never thanked you, did I? For your mercy. Even I can admit Dettlaff hardly earned it, or deserved it, in fact.”
Geralt shrugged like it was an easy choice for him to have made, to let a murderer go free and allow himself to pay the price of Dettlaff’s impulsiveness instead, bruises from the butt of a guardsman’s pike still fading on his ribs. “He saved your life,” Said Geralt. “Without him you’d just be a wet smear. I owe him that.”
Regis will leave, soon - Dettlaff needs him. That doesn't mean everything has to be left behind.
- Part 1 of Loved in Secret
16 Apr 2019
He shook the thoughts away, Eskel’s gaze a heavy weight, not concern and not threat but idle regard, cold and impassive. Not a man to cross, so Regis gave him a smile. “Well, well,” He said, “Vampires in a witcher stronghold - the masters of old must be spinning in their graves.”
Eskel barked a laugh, his heart giving another leap of surprise in his chest. “Probably wishing Vesemir’d had the sense to give Geralt up to some farmer’s wife in the valley,” He said, shook his head with a low chuckle. “Or they might be wishing he’d died in the Trial of the Grasses after all, like they thought he was going to.”
Regis and Dettlaff and his pack have arrived safe at Kaer Morhen. Seeing as Geralt likes Regis, Eskel would like to make one or two things clear to him.
- Part 2 of Loved in Secret
10 May 2019
Dandelion picked at loose threads and fuzz on his blanket, quiet under Geralt’s watching gaze. Geralt grimaced, looked away. He wasn’t good with his heart, but Geralt knew the rhythm it beat when he looked at Dandelion in the right light, knew the fear stuck like a dagger between his ribs all those times Dandelion had been in danger, when he'd clutched a crossbow bolt in his leg and unfathomably lucky it hadn't hit anything important.
Dandelion is injured on the way to Novigrad. Luckily, he has a witcher who loves him at his side.