Celeste always felt she was meant for greatness, even though she was born out of tragedy.
Celeste born and raised in Kaer Morhen, after her mother, Vesemir's one true love, passed away after birth.
In honor of Celeste's mother, Vesemir raised the l...
Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update, life has been insane, I'm moving to the US in 3 months and I'm finishing college so I might be going insane. Hope someone is still reading and liking it <3
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Celeste's head rested on Geralt's chest, the witcher's body lay on the bed, asleep, inert, only his shallow breathing making his chest rise and fall along with it Celeste's head. Celeste was clenching her teeth with cold, her mouth a shade of purple so pale it made her look lifeless, curled up in a blanket Alma had given her. She tried to tell her friend to dry herself properly, to take care of herself before returning to Geralt's side, but Celeste was stubborn and guilt consumed every corner of her icy body.
Celeste could barely remember how she got there. She could only remember the high waves dragging her body along with Geralt's, the freezing, paralyzing water, making her whole body tingle and lose touch, unable to tell if she was swimming or just sinking, because she felt nothing, absolutely nothing. The sky filled with dark clouds making it impossible for Celeste to guide herself by the stars, her eyes red from the salt water that came in through her nose and camped in her lungs as she tried to suck all the air she could out of her mouth, but only ended up swallowing more water.
