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: Small chapter I know, I'm sorry. I'm tryin to get my groove back, but moving to a different country and working non stop is killin me. Anyway I thought this stor would be 20 chapters long. I changed my mind lol. Probably around 30. Enjoy!
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"I never thought I would be lying with you in my room without having to sneak in through so Vesemir wouldn't catch us."
Geralt chuckled lightly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Geralt's fingers brushed lightly along Celeste's warm, sweaty arm as she rested her face on his chest, which rose and fell slowly with his breathing. The feeling of holding her in his arms was indescribable. He could spend the rest of his days there, in the place where he grew up, beside her. All the pain and all the suffering he had in his life were transformed into just a slight humming muffled by her voice. He felt no more pain, she was the elixir he had never found, or had found and lost it for a while. She was the sun, the moon and the stars, nothing compared to what Celeste was, so bright, so catchy, more than any of Jaskier's song, her voice was in his head, her touch in his memory, her smell in his luns. She was what he needed, what he wanted and he was finally happy.
There was no money in the world that could make him get up from that bed, nor the rarest monster waiting for his sharp blade. He had given himself to her more than he had to anyone else. No one knew him as well as she did, not even Jaskier or Yennefer, absolutely no one came to the edge of the stream that was the delight she gave him. Even so long away, she still knew how to read him like a prophet reads the palm of a client's hand, every line a story, every scar a memory, every kiss a nostalgia and every moan a pleasure.
Everyone said that witchers had no heart, so how could two witchers have fallen in love? What in alchemy would have failed to leave intact the ability to be devoted only to each other? There was no mutation that could undo the bond so strong between the two, which seemed to knot the bond more and more with each look they exchanged. How to explain the lack of need for words? The comfort in just a look, the calmness in a smile? It was her and only her, no matter how many years their bodies had spent apart, their souls remained untouched in space and time, just waiting for when the corporeal would meet the physical once again.
"I still think he would try to kick my ass if he saw me here, especially with you two fighting, it's nothing new for me to be a punching bag" Geralt turned his face slowly, resting his lips on the top of Celeste's head, giving her a soft, tender kiss.
"Don't be so dramatic, you always knew Vesemir was protective towards me, you knew what you were getting into" Celeste closed her eyes and hugged Geralt affectionately "I wish I could stay like this forever, just you and me, no more bullshit, no more time apart, just you and me..." Celeste sighed "Sometimes I wish I had no responsibilities at all, just to live like a boat drifting aimlessly on the sea, I think about it a lot, being an arrow without a bullseye to hit, but at the same time I know we have responsibilities, I know that life is not all about pleasure".
Geralt was silent, staring into nothingness, his vision blurred, paying attention to Celeste's words. It struck Geralt in a very specific corner of his consciousness, of his guilt. There was so much he didn't tell, mostly because some secrets were buried so deep he couldn't reach, or didn't want to reach at all. Geralt swallowed dryly and then stood up, naked, took a glass of water and drank it all at once. Celeste just watched him, her pupils dilated following the steps of what she believed to be the love of her life, letting a smile escape the corner of her mouth and then from her lips it came out in the most sincere way:
"I love you."
Geralt slowly turned to her, his eyes met Celeste's, she looked so happy, so beautiful lying in bed, wrapped in the sheets, her messy hair falling on top of her eye, touching her slightly flushed skin. She was perfect, just perfect. Geralt put the glass back on the table and walked over to Celeste, resting his arm beside her face, one hand on her waist, moving down to her lower back and pulling her closer, giving her a passionate kiss, then rubbing his nose against hers.
"I promised I would meet with Lambert and Eskel, apparently they have a lot to update me on, it's been years since I've been here, do you want to come?".
"I will have to pass, have your night with the boys and enjoy, I'll see you in the morning right?" Celeste laughed, pushing Geralt with her hand on his face "come back when you are done, I want to wake up with you by my side".
"Your wish is my command" Geralt smiled, sealing his lips to Celeste's.
Geralt got up and dressed, before leaving, with his hands already on the door, he turned one last time, staring at Celeste's bare back as she hugged herself to a pillow, closing her eyes and letting sleep take her in the blink of an eye.
Celeste could only wish to know that this would be the last time she would be happy like this. She could only wish to know that the next morning she would wake up alone in bed, her heart broken into crumbs, wondering what she had done wrong to make Geralt disappear.
All she could think was that it was all only just a dream.
