i found you in the dark (@thesorceress)
Feb. 6th, 2021 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwynbleidsGeralt's knuckles are white as he grips the reins, urging Roach into a reckless gallop down the muddy roads. His presence of mind leaves much to be desired, he's not thinking straight and it makes him careless. He's made the journey from Kaer Morhen to the Temple of Melitele many times before, making the blur of road ahead of him easy enough to navigate. He knows he should slow and rest his horse, but he can't risk letting her slip through his fingers.
The whisper of her name from Triss was enough to stir his mind. Triss knew as soon as she said it that she had made a mistake in giving him that information. Although Ciri is his priority, his fear for Yen's safety lead him to feel assured in leaving her in the Witcher's keep for now. She's safer there than she would be with him, maybe even with Yennefer. She's acts like a wild cat at the best of times, he can only imagine how she'd lash out if she's in the state Triss described.
By the time he makes it to the gates of the temple, he's muddied, his hair is wild and he's tired from restless travel. His horse is weary, so he dismounts and leads it in slowly. It gives him time to find that resolve to stand before her again.
They know why he's here, it didn't take them long to realise it was his sorceress that had turned up on their doorstep. They lead him to her, they tell him she's resting and that he ought to rest himself before he meets her. Somehow, he's not sure if it's a jab at his appearance or the fact that he quickly loses composure at the mere mention of her, but he won't have it.
The door to her room creaks open and he calls through it, to ensure she's decent. Even if she's never really decent.
"Yen?" His voice is soft, but firm. Preparing her for the fact that he's going to step fully into the room and take a good look at her whether she likes it or not.
The whisper of her name from Triss was enough to stir his mind. Triss knew as soon as she said it that she had made a mistake in giving him that information. Although Ciri is his priority, his fear for Yen's safety lead him to feel assured in leaving her in the Witcher's keep for now. She's safer there than she would be with him, maybe even with Yennefer. She's acts like a wild cat at the best of times, he can only imagine how she'd lash out if she's in the state Triss described.
By the time he makes it to the gates of the temple, he's muddied, his hair is wild and he's tired from restless travel. His horse is weary, so he dismounts and leads it in slowly. It gives him time to find that resolve to stand before her again.
They know why he's here, it didn't take them long to realise it was his sorceress that had turned up on their doorstep. They lead him to her, they tell him she's resting and that he ought to rest himself before he meets her. Somehow, he's not sure if it's a jab at his appearance or the fact that he quickly loses composure at the mere mention of her, but he won't have it.
The door to her room creaks open and he calls through it, to ensure she's decent. Even if she's never really decent.
"Yen?" His voice is soft, but firm. Preparing her for the fact that he's going to step fully into the room and take a good look at her whether she likes it or not.
