#witcher roche

Geralt - me

@notmarinakd29 I'm not too familiar with The Witcher lore albeit I have a general understanding. Hope this is alright! Thank you!

So sweet it was, to have Ciri back in his arms. The tenderness of her lips across Vernon's mouth made him weak in the knees. Enraptured in Ciri's presence, Vernon had nearly forgot why he was here in the first place. Slaying a monster was the least of his concerns as was the wrath of Geralt should the two be discovered.

He spoke too soon though, regarding Geralt. The intrusive thoughts began to leak into his mind. Invading his heart with each pass of his lips against Ciri's. Though he wanted to cast all rationale aside, in favor of the emotions that tugged at every nerve and cell, Vernon knew he needed to voice his concern.

If Ciri and him were meant to be, they needed to be able to talk about the elephant in the room.

"Ciri," Vernon murmured against her mouth, pulling away. His eyes glanced over hers, sensing the concern she held without speaking. "We need to talk."

Ciri glanced between Vernon's eyes and mouth, biting her bottom lip. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

Vernon furrowed his brows and watched her pull away.

"Then you know why I--"

"Geralt," Ciri nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She averted her gaze, not wanting to look Vernon in the eye. "It's always Geralt."

The bitterness in her tone didn't go unnoticed. Vernon sighed and reached a hand out to her right shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm not giving up on you. On us." Vernon began. "We need to be smart on how to broach this. Geralt cares a great deal for you. He's also my friend. This has been...difficult for me to navigate."

Ciri sighed through her nose. She knew he was right. The predicament Vernon was placed under was one of complication. That didn't mean it didn't hurt any less on her end of things. What seemed so simple, so natural, could hurt so many people.

"It's not fair," Ciri murmured and finally looked up at Vernon. Her left hand reached to the hand on her shoulder, squeezing his fingers. "When do you think we should tell him?"

"I'm not sure," Vernon admitted. He removed his hand from Ciri's shoulder, then rubbed the back of his neck. "I know he's been onto us. More so as of late. I think after the hunt, it might be best if we break it to him. Of course, I'm giving you the final say. In the grand scheme of things, if his relationship and mine deteriorate--it would hurt but I can live with that. You though--"

Vernon had difficulty with the rest of his words. He didn't want to ruin the dynamic both Ciri and Geralt had. The two had been through so much over the years. He'd be a damned fool to cause a wedge.

All fears seemed to collapse when Vernon once more felt Ciri's lips upon his. He smiled against Ciri, feeling her pull away.

"It'll be okay." Ciri whispered. "I'll make it so."

Vernon doubted her words, but as he lost himself in another kiss, it didn't matter. Nothing did right now but her.

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