That was until you met her, olive skin, amethyst eyes and hair like onyx. You held your head up high putting on your bravest face, but on the inside you were nervous and trying to plan your escape. geralt x black!reader geralt x reader geralt of rivia geralt x poc!reader the witchlands the witcher henry cavill moonlight You could feel yourself smiling returning his kiss. “I still need more of your healing.” He said closing the distance he lips on yours. “He can wait until morning.” He replied leaning forward to kiss you. “Jaskier will want to know you’re awake.” You said moving a few stray hairs from his face. He held out his own hand reaching for yours pulling you towards him. He watched as you emptied the pitcher filling his glass and setting it down. “You must still be out of it.” You said smiling as you got up to get him more water. “You look beautiful in the moonlight.” He finally said his gaze finally leaving you but only for a moment. “You’re staring at me.” You said softly looking at him with doe eyes.
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He liked the way your curls framed your face and the way the moonlight made your bronze skin glow in its light. Now you sat next to him worry still evident on your face, and despite your worry you were still so beautiful to him. After that it was touch and go from there he heard you speaking to Jaskier and moving about, cleaning and treating him and waking up to your restlesness. The last thing Geralt really remembered before slipping in and out of consciousness was Jaskier hauling him to the inn, he hoped to the gods the bard didn’t drop him as he struggled to bring him to your room. “Are you still in pain? You should still be resting.” You continued. “Hmmm.” Was his only reply as he slowly sat up. “You’re okay? I didn’t mean to wake you.” You began rambling.
“You keep tossing like that and I’ll tie you down the way you like.” Geralt spoke his voice just above a whisper.
You turned again in bed the moon shone high lighting your shared room. You didn’t sleep much your night was restless all you could do was worry about Geralt and pray to the gods that he would be okay, that your magic and everything you learned from the healers that raised you were enough. “I’ll let you know as soon as he wakes up okay.” You reassured, sighing softly you cleaned up Geralt’s clothes and readied yourself for bed. “Thank Jaskier, it’s late you should get some rest.” You suggested. You touched his forehead he had a fever for sure.īefore you could ask what had happened Jaskier was already giving you the run down of the hunt and how Geralt was injured.Īfter what seemed like ages Geralt’s injuries were treated and cleaned and he was resting in your bed. “Jaskier!” You exclaimed stopping as rushed to aide him in helping Geralt in a chair. You’d just gotten it the right temperature, when Jaskier came barging in Geralt’s large frame leaning against his. You began getting the water ready for a nice hot bath to relax your muscles. You were the exhausted all this training and studying of magic, massaging your shoulders. “It’s fine, let’s head back.” He stated after gathering what he needed from the creature to sell, packing Roach the duo headed back inn they were staying at for the night. “Uh Geralt?” Jaskier started motioning towards the Witcher’s leg that had been injured during his fight. Jaskier slowly approached his friend grimacing at the dead creature.
“It’s dead.” He said standing straight after confirming his kill. “Is it dead?!” Jaskier panted looking at his friend.
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