The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski+3
what a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
by sungyeowl
Geralt's tired, hungry and soaked to the bone, his armour weighing heavily on him, making the mundane task of bringing the trophy back to the mayor seem almost impossible, even for a witcher. The rain has been relentless, hefty droplets continuously banging on his head, shoulders and hunched back, pouring behind the collar of his gambeson (which he wore just in case and which he regretted immensely as soon as the fight started). Maybe going to hunt a rogue griffin in heat after a fortnight of travelling on horseback in unraveling autumn hasn’t been the best idea. Especially considering the fact that the morning has brought an unexpected endeavour with a horde of alghouls, already taking a toll on Geralt’s stamina and his general wellbeing. *** Geralt breaks Jaskier's lute and chaos ensues.