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                                                                “Geralt! We're at a funeral!"

                                                                                                   "You smell wonderful at this funeral." 

                                    dual promo for geralt&yennefer of the witcher franchise

Leaning against his shoulder, the sorceress outstretched her legs and sighed. Her hands held one of his, and she seemed to be much more affectionate the more she settled. Fingers went to work, kneading the flesh of his hands; surely they were sore from gripping the reigns for so long.

A smile plays upon her lips, the sorceress having followed him the entire time. Though she complained and appeared to be the worst travel companion, Yennefer couldn’t be happier. To be out in the middle of nowhere with the one she adored was the ember that kept her cold heart from completely freezing solid. She lived for these times.

“Are we almost there, Geralt ?” Yennefer inquired, sliding off Roach and regaining her balance. They were finally taking a break after riding the poor horse for what felt like an eternity. Tossing her favorite Rivian a look, her hands rested on her hips.