#conjunctionofspheres

Art Meme || Accepting!

【 ⚔️ 】— “Please understand; I do not mean offense,” the witcher spoke roughly, accent harsh on the foreign language that she recognized the young woman speak. Zerrikanian was a hard language to learn, some western travelers could not even pronounce the country correctly sometimes, so she felt it easier if she simply spoke the other’s language.

Being in the wild hunt, riding with them, hurting people and turning them into slaves for the wild hunt. It goes against everything the White Wolf stands for. It pains him but it is something he must do.

His soul for Yennefer. It is what he’d offered up, it is what they had accepted. If Geralt could find a way out, he would, but for now, all that matters is his daughter and Yennefer are safe. Whatever may come next, he can deal with. Whatever the Wild Hunt wants him to do, it is a sacrifice he is more than willing to make to protect the two people he loves.

Even if that means guilt eating him alive.

Another person slaughtered, another hauled off by other members of the wild hunt. He is left alone, they go on, riding ahead to slaughter and capture more. He stays behind and it is a good thing he does because there is a presence behind him.

Could it be....?

He turns to face the girl, golden eyes widening at the sight of Ciri standing before him. A part of him thinks this must be some sort of dream. Ciri shouldn’t be here. How did she get here? Is this real? Maybe the Wild Hunt is just playing tricks on him.

originally, geralt was against the idea of triss coming to him on this one particular contract. she was the advisor of kind tankred after all, and was probably needed in court, though the witcher knew the sorceress could be stubborn, much like himself, and there was no talking her out of things she set on. so the two of them ventured towards the dragon mountains on the far north of kovir. from what geralt could figure out from the contract, it was either a wyvern or a forktail tormenting folks from  a village right beneath the mountain range. the contract said something about a dragon, though people liked to exaggerate things beyond proportions when either uncertain of what they saw or simply because they didn’t know what they were dealing with. 

they had set up camp further up the mountain, close to where the witcher had managed to find some tracks of the beast which, so far at least, didn’t point to either a wyvern or a forktail. “you still sure you want to come along, triss?” he asked witha  small smirk as he got the fire going --- lightly cheating as well with using igni. “looks like it might be an interesting fight. beast might also sense us in the night.”

One would say that Ard Skellig was only that big, that there were only so many monsters that could inhabitate the island before there was no work for a witcher there, but Yon would oppose to such a statement. There were always monsters around --- some were bigger nuisances, others were bigger problems that needed a strategy to deal with --- but there was always somebody who needed help, who hung out a contract or simply needed something taken care of and had coin to pay for it. 

One such contract happened to take him close to the abandoned sawmill close to Gedyneith, where Yon decided to make camp. A small campfire to keep him warm under the stars that slowly began to show in the sky. All seemed peaceful for a while until it grew colder bit by bit. At first, the witcher brushed it off as just one of the snowy Skellige winters --- all until his medallion began vibrating. Something wasn’t right. Pulling his sword out, Yon got up, slowly walking to the ledge where his camp was, only to see two figures and something he only heard in stories thus far --- riders of the Wild Hunt. “What the---” Usually he wasn’t one to aid people in need because he felt like it, but this... this was worth every and any exception. The Wild Hunt wasn’t something to mess around with.

Seeing the girl trip and one of the riders catching up with her, Yon was quick to pull his hunting dagger out, throwing it at the armoured figure which had him stagger a bit. “Move!”

Super Duper Angst Meme || Always Accepting!

@conjunction-of-spheres​: “Come on, stay with me!” - Geralt.

Injuries Meme || Accepting

“Stay with you?” he squeaks. “For fucks sake, I’m not going anywhere! There’s a gaping hole in my leg, Geralt! Look at it!” 

Anyone else might call it a slight scratch, but Dandelion’s never seen that much of his own blood before, and to him, the red stain seeping into his blue trousers is the most terrifying thing he’s ever seen.