RP/ASK blog for Geralt of Rivia
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Semi-selective
Mutuals only [but gives a chance]
Multiship
Multiuniverse
mun is 20+
Written by Monarch/Bonbon
â I would love to see you try to reason with strigas, ghouls or Aeschnas. Thereâs a wide difference between monsters and sentient beings.â Geralt said, his tone dripping with sarcasm as his eyes were fixated on her delicate facial features. âYen.â He sternly uttered through his teeth. âI understand. Theyâre whoresons and werenât very polite. But thereâs no need to-...â
âI suppose it does...â The Witcher said calmly. But then, his eyebrows raised and he suddenly seemed genuinely surprised- she had heard of him, but not of Dandelion? It was hard to believe, yet her jesting made it seem like it.
There was a soft chuckle from the old monster hunter- âHe certainly looks like a flower with his ridiculous hat and that colorful doublet of his.âÂ
Another chuckle followed before Geralt returned to his stoic demeanor. âNo, Dandelion is just a troubadour, a famous one while at that... Iâm surprised youâve heard of me and not of him, usually, people learn about my achievements from his ballads.â He paused- âSo... assuming you havenât heard any of Dandelionâs songs, Iâm curious as to what youâve heard.â
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         â Embellished or not, they make you out to be a rather intriguing man. â The sorceressâ speech  was laced with a heavy Grecian accent. A delicate hand lifting the chalice full of fermented fruit towards plump lips. Frosted orbs stirring in the direction of the white haired warrior, the chalice coming to halt before the rim could come in contact with the lips stained by the wine.
 â Is Dandelion a woman or do you converse with flowers? â
âso i assume you're the one everyone's talking about.â
Geralt remained silent for a mere instant and momentarily glanced over the person that addressed to him. âThereâs a lot thatâs said about me, though not everything is true and people like to... whatâs the word Dandelion used...â
The Witcher paused, thinking â-embellish the tales.â He finished.
   âThen you know me so well.â she rolled her eyes. â anything to get my back rubâ No youâre right. I hate pretty much EVERYONE.âÂ
she joked around for a second, sitting back for a second, she closed her eyes for a second. Feeling his rough hands on her shoulders she couldnât help but let out a nice gentle sigh from her lips. Yennefer wonât lie â but she always enjoyed back rubs â or massages when it came to Geralt giving them. Humming to herself, she closed her eyes gently.Â
           â ⌠Mmm youâre always so good at this.âÂ
âAnd they donât really like you either.â The Witcher said with the hint of a smile tugging his lips. âIt's not new that people talk slander over your name.â
He worked his dexterous and calloused hands between her neck and shoulders, attempting to find the knots and relieve the tension built in her muscles.
âAge doesnât have anything to do with it.â He knew that the other witcher was jesting, but he thought he could explain while he was at it. âEven in my younger age, I sometimes had a claw or two laid on me. All the knowledge and skill in the world canât always save you from unpredictability.â
The older witcher lifted his head and cleaned his sword with the palm of his leather gauntlet. âMy legâs fine. Just need to patch up my side.â
@blanchexfourrure liked the like for me to write the write
âItâd seem age is finally catching up with the White Wolf.â He teased as he sheathed his sword after wiping it clean against the monsterâs fur. âIs your leg acting up again?â The witcher asked with a raised eyebrow, now looking mildly worried rather than mildly amused.
         âI can always go find someone else who is WILLING to listen to me~â  a small SMIRK jump across her face for the moment, and she looked away from the man. â â but whatever. I guess being touched is annoying too â just there is this KINK in my shoulderââÂ
Geralt pursed his lips. âI didnât exactly say no.â A pause. âAnd doubt you would like to be touched by strangers.âÂ
With yet another sigh, the Witcher stood and made his way towards the woman. His hands hovered over her skin for a brief moment before he put them down and touched. Without a word, he vigorously began to massage her shoulders.
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I stopped on my reading of blood of elves for the time of being and started to read the last wish- very interesting read and had a lot of laughs so far. I count on reading sword of destiny after and then Iâll resume blood of elves.