Eskel Drabble
one word prompt: Shooting star
pairing: Eskel x reader
word count: 460
Shadows danced in the firelight, the soft crackling the only sound in the clearing for the last hour. Huffing out tiredly, you hug the blanket tighter over your shoulders, breath puffing out like a snuffed out dragon- the thought amusing you.
A large breeze sweeps through the open space, trees and grasses rustling, the soft hum of the forest pulling your attention to the shadow of a figure heading your way. You don't even try to hide your smile as your witcher drops his weapons further away from the fire before plopping down beside you groaning softly. Chuckling, you reach up to brush a couple of curls from his face, fingers coming to rest on the side of his face affectionately, gently tracing his scars. Humming in satisfaction, he nuzzles his nose into your palm.
“You've gotten clean already” you tease, wiping away damp hair. He laughs, nodding.
“I figured a fair lady, such as yourself, would prefer I didn't join you covered in guts.” with false solemness, you nod.
“You figured correctly, Witcher.” he just snorts.
“Witch” time has proven the nickname to be hostile- but there is no venom in his voice, only affection.
“Healer.” you correct, laying your head on his shoulder, eyes turning up towards the sky, tracing the stars. You can feel his shoulders shake slightly in laughter, warm arms wrapping around your waist.
“To each their own” he states, placing a kiss on the side of your nose, making you scrunch it up. He loves watching your expressions, he never has to guess what or how you're feeling. You're about to say something snarky, or at least try when your eyes lock on a white streak in the sky. Bouncing in place, you grab his hand.
“A shooting star! Make a wish” you sing, closing your eyes, holding his hand between yours like your praying.
“A witch making a wish? Now I've seen it all” Eskel laughs, watching the star fade from view. When he looks back down at you, you're pouting.
“Healer.” he just shrugs.
“Semantics.”
“And my mother taught me that,” you say softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, looking down at the hand of his you still have clasped between yours. He softens, you don't often speak on your family.
“What did you wish for?” he melts at how blinding your smile is, shoving his chest gently.
“You're not supposed to say, or it won't come true!”
“It isn't like I made a wish myself.” he teases, blowing a raspberry on your cheek, making you giggle.
“And why not?”
Pausing, he wraps you back up in his arms again, tugging you into his lap, nuzzling his nose into your cheek.
“Because I already have everything I want.”
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@queenxxxsupreme i blame you and your witcher/witch series..












