☜ The Witcher Imagines ☞

Imagine Geralt thinks you're crazy

For another night under the full moon you changed into your white summer dress, plaited your hairs and wove daisies through the strands before placing a crown of intertwined twigs and leaves upon your head.

With your satchel over your shoulder you were ready.

"I'll be back after dawn Mother!" You called from your home's entrance, as if your mother cared anyway. After figuring out what you did on these nights she could bare no more, the deaths of your baby brother and father in a terrible carriage accident already left her on the edge, this made her numb, especially after you were forced from your beautiful estate and into a small village cottage.

While you walked through the streets with mud already staining the hem of your dress, you allowed a breath of relaxation to part your lips. White clouds -almost like smoke- rose from your mouth and curled into the rising, night sky. Even the stars seemed brighter and you could see every constellation and hear each tale echo in your ears.

These tales consumed your life, especially ones of fairies and beautiful creatures that spread white magic across the land. Those stories cast away the darkness which already took your mother.

Soon enough, as the moon reached its peak a chorus was sung beautifully and forced the trees into a swaying dance, goading you forward.

"I can hear you" you smiled wider as you picked up your feet.

Where there were songs, there were fairy circles and where there were fairy circles there were -of course- fairies.

"I've got you now!" You cheered in ecstasy with a laughter ringing like bells across the summer air.

Once you found the circle of mushrooms with a blue ball of light hovering just above the centre, you circled the clearing with thick, red candles that would fuel your power, dropped your satchel and took your position.

The dance was specific with certain rotations of your feet, jumps and turns which made your dress become like a tornado around your legs. Your head then tilted lightly to follow the routine and once your ear touched your shoulder flames sprung from the wicks of the candles.

After two hours of undulating against the call of the fairies you ceased your twirling with beads of sweat paving a path down the back of your neck.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?-" You asked to the midnight sky, letting out a chuckle that quickly morphed into a scoff, "- I have danced, sung and given you all of me for years and this is how I'm repaid? With silence?".

You assumed plan B was in motion and pulled two metal plates from your satchel before holding them one in each hand with them in still motion, ready to collide.

With a shrug you blew a piece of hair from your eyes, "I could only warn you".

In the distance, a Witcher was attempting to sleep with bruised eyes and messy white hair splayed across the Earth. And of all the nights you had to lose patience with the fairies, it had to be the same night a Witcher finally got the sleep he desperately desired.

But, the clanging of metal soon travelled through the summer air and reached his heightened senses, nearly sending him deaf with the screaming accompanying it.

"Fuck" Geralt annoyingly growled as he buried his eyes into his hands. All he wanted was at least three hours of blissful sleep before he was called to fight whatever monsters that lurked over the hills. So, with a simmering anger, Geralt scraped his things from around a dying fire, threw them over Roach before finally taking off toward the crazy woman in the woods.

"Come out ya' little fuckers! I'm here all night!" You screamed with a crazed look just as Geralt caught your silhouette among the trees.

He couldn't take his eyes off you even as he dismounted Roach. You were insane, yes, that was a possibility, but despite whatever ran through your mind as you screamed to the veil of darkness the Witcher couldn't deny that you looked like the fairies you were trying to summon.

With curls of (H/C) hair and (S/T) skin reflecting the pale moonlight, the Witcher was unsure if he even wanted to interrupt you as you started to skip around, coercing a song from chaos.

"Girl!" He roared from the woods, interrupting your dance as you twirled to face him.

His hair was the colour of your dress and a grand contrast in comparison to his harsh exterior. The pale hue symbolised innocence much like the blue satin ribbon that circled your waist but his armour nearly melted into the shadows.

You hugged your stomach, "who are you?..." you asked once you plucked the courage.

"That's none of your business, what I do want to know is why you're banging pots and pans in the middle of the woods".

You froze and flushed red with embarrassment, "you heard that?".

"I think everyone across The Continent heard you",

"Well, it was none of The Continent's business" you 'hmph'ed like a child as you collected your candles.

Geralt assessed the surroundings further with his sensitive vision and immediately constructed your intentions amongst the shuffling of candles being shoved into your satchel. What a dreamer he assumed you to be as he drank in every feature that created you: such a pretty girl.

"Fairies... annoying buggers" Geralt said to watch you suddenly perk up.

"You've met fairies?" You frantically asked as you scrambled to Geralt. Your hands were clasped against his chest once you reached him and you attempted to be closer by teetering up to him on your tiptoes (as if you could hear his thoughts if you did).

"Yes... they tried to scratch my eyes out".

You fell back at the idiocy of the Witcher, "well of course they'd tried to, they're attracted to pretty things, shiny things" you reinforced as you caught Geralt's bright, golden orbs against your own.

"Doesn't mean they're not dangerous",

"Well, you witchers are all the same, I'm guessing you went into their territory with a sword swinging?",

"No-" Geralt huffed, "- only a job to do".

You fastened your satchel's strap over your chest and pulled on your shoes with a wriggle, "it doesn't matter, you came to capture or maybe harm- I don't know... I would understand then if they wanted to gouge your eyes out".

"And what would you know about them?" Geralt huffed, his eyes quickly finding you again as you descended to the ground and tied your shoes tighter.

"Imagine if someone came into your home and excused their murderous intent by saying I have a job to do?", you raised an eyebrow to the Witcher.

While Geralt remained silent you exhaled a deep sigh of dulled annoyance before casting one last look toward the beautiful mutant and walked past his still form.

"What if I don't have a home?".

You barely heard the words part his lips but none the less their sound vibrated across the air, tickled your eardrums and allowed your brain to register -what you assumed to be- a longing in his tone.

"Everyone has a home, if not in places then in people" you reassured before finally leaving for the village, at dawn, as you promised your mother.

You didn't meet the fairies that night and neither did Geralt encounter a crazy woman but you both experienced something that would change your life. You understood that not everything that glitters is gold and Geralt... he knew he would see you again; not really because of destiny, but because he wanted to.

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Sorry this took long, I've been feeling really tired and quickly unmotivated to write even when I have loads of ideas, maybe it's because I punch out an imagine every day.
I REALLY would appreciate some votes and comments.
January 7th 2020 is when requests close.

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