Make Me Feel Again ♕ Geralt Of Rivia

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G E R A L T

I shouldn't have spoken to her like that. Hell, I shouldn't even have said anything. I should've kept my mouth fucking shut.

El didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve the way I'd snapped at her, taking out all my frustrations on her when the person I should've really been mad at was the mad staring right fucking back at me in the mirror.

We haven't spoken any more than a couple of short sentences in days. That's the longest we'd gone without speaking to each other, and it kills me. It fucking kills me.

She sits across from me in a little tavern we've stumbled upon in Posada. The voice of the man fills the silence between us as he sings-not very well in my opinion, if I may add- in the front of the room.

El stares out the small window beside our table intensely like a man on a mission, said mission being to look anywhere but at me.

A moment passes before she lets out a heavy sigh, bringing her mug of beer to her lips and chugging the almost full glass down at one go. She then gets out of her seat, mumbling something about taking Finley on a walk before whirling around towards the door of the tavern.

"El," I call out to her. I know she heard me, judging by how her shoulders stiffen into a straight line, but she simply chooses to ignore me.

She stalks out of the tavern, slamming the door shut behind her.

I watch through the window as her posture relaxes when she reaches Roach, stroking her mane before planting a kiss on the horse's snout. She then calls for Finley, clapping her hands on the tops of her thighs.

The gigantic bear of a dog trots after her, its tongue lolling out of the sides of his mouth. He reaches her and licks at El's hand, and is immediately rewarded with a giggle and her dazzling smile that instantly brightens up her entire face. Lucky bastard.

I'm vaguely aware of the jeering that fills the room, accompanied by food are being sent flying across, but I'm too caught up in the look on El's face. Namely, the smile that I didn't realise how much I've fucking yearned to see until it's right in front of my face.

El's mad at me- a more frequent occurrence than not in recent days- and she has every right to be. But if her being mad at me is what it takes to protect her from the truth, then so be it. I'll gladly hurt so she doesn't have to.

I'm so distracted I almost miss the shadow hovering over me.

"I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood." The man- Jaskier, is what I believe the patrons referred to him as- comments. "Trouble in paradise?" His eyes follow El's figure as she follows Finley into the woods, but not too deep into it that I can't see her.

El may be mad at me, but she knows that I'd march right in there to get her pretty little ass the moment I lose sight of her whether she likes it or not. Especially after her run-in with the Ker.

I let out a grunt in annoyance, "I'm here to drink alone."

Jaskier raises a brow at me as if calling me out on my bullshit but doesn't say anything more. He's right. I don't want to drink alone. I wanted El to stay.

"Good. Yeah, good. No one else hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance. Except, for you." He says, "Come on, you don't want to keep a man with...bread in his pants waiting. Three words or less!"

I level him with a glare and he raises a brow at me expectantly before making himself comfortable in El's seat. The guy has balls, I'll give him that. A lesser man would've pissed his pants.

"They don't exist," I say, keeping my face stoic.

He leans in, clearly intrigued. "What don't exist?"

"The creatures in your song."

"And how would you know?" He questions.

I stay silent, watching his eyes flash with recognition when it finally dawns on him.

"Oh, fun." He says, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. "White hair. Big old loner. Two very...very scary looking swords. I know who you are."

I let out a sigh in resignation, gathering up all my belongings and heading towards the door but the man doesn't back down and follows me the whole way there.

"You're the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia." He states, not so quietly, drawing stares from the crowd and calls out after me, "Called it!"

"A job I've got for ya! I beg you." A voice calls out to me, stopping me in my tracks and the man- who looks more like a boy in my opinion- approaches me, "A devil- he's been stealing all our grain. In advance, I'll pay you. A hundred ducats!"

I narrow my eyes at the boy, taking in his appearance. He does seem quite desperate.

"One-fifty." I counter.

Now, I'm not all that good at bargaining- that's usually more of El's area of expertise- but I give it a shot anyway.

The boy doesn't argue or try to insist on his original offer, which goes to show how desperate he is. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a money pouch and offers it to me.

I sink my teeth into my lips to keep myself from smiling as I feel the weight of the pouch in my hand. El would be proud.

"I have no doubt you'll come through." He comments, no doubt trying to butter me up. "You take no prisoners, so I hear."

I take the money before making my exit. My eyes instantly finding El's like a moth drawn to a flame. She stands beside Roach with Finley resting by her foot, her arms crossed over her arms as she quirks a brow at me in a way that I find insanely sexy and in turn, I feel the corner of my lip tug up into a smirk.

"What was that about?" She asks, curiosity winning out as I draw closer to her.

"I thought you weren't speaking to me?"

She narrows her eyes at me before letting out a huff, "Fine, don't tell me. Seems like keeping secrets is your thing, anyway."

I wince at her jab, and there's no missing the way she's fighting to keep herself from feeling guilty.

"I deserved that," I say, ducking my head to meet her gaze. "And I'm sorry,"

I'm not normally a person who apologises with ease, but El makes it seem like it isn't a big deal. Mostly because I know that El is worth letting my ego down for.

El's eyes soften at my apology. She gnaws at her bottom lip, drawing my eyes to it and I will myself not to think about how they would taste before my dick gets other ideas.

"Apology accepted." She speaks, snapping my gaze back to those beautiful doe eyes, "Now, will you tell me?"

I pull myself onto Roach's back before my mind starts to wander again, "How 'bout you get that little ass of yours up here, then I'll tell you."

Finally, she breaks into a brilliant smile that makes my heart clench. Who's the lucky bastard now?