destiny they called it. for so many years geralt had known a feeling of something missing but never knew how to explain or name it; until ciri ran straight into his arms. it was then - only then - that he felt somewhat whole ... alas the feeling was to be short lived for when he found himself in another strange world and, now that it had returned, the lost was twice as painful. when he had found ciri he had lost yen, he felt it in his chest and ciriâs mention of her name only confirmed that to him, but now he had lost them both. again.
geralt always assumed fate was a more permanent thing than this and not a continuous game of cat and mouse, yet even he didnât have the strength to try and fight it for a second time. he was sure yennefer must be here too, why else would he be here? the witcherâs assumption was that he was here to find her after her disappearance, that somehow the djin had brought him to dc to keep their fates entwined, but so far he had no luck. ... until now. a familiar glimpse of raven hair passed him by and he froze mid step, shoulders tense and his brow furrowed in disbelief that his search may finally have come to an end. â yennefer?... yen? â his tone was no doubt too quiet to be heard in passing, too unsure, so he tried again â YEN! â
@mischiefmusesâ geralt & yennefer.
