Reincarnation ➵ The Witcher

viii.

EDITH had lost count the amount of dirt and grime she had counted on the ceiling of the cell, tiredness seeping into her bones like a venom. Edith wondered if Geralt would really be back for her, but she also wondered if he'd leave her father behind. And to be honest, she didn't think she'd put up much of a fight. It was his own fault after all, and maybe this would teach him a lesson Edith couldn't - a lesson her mother even couldn't teach John.

Her eyes were heavy, but Edith refused to fall asleep. She was too scared the rats would rat her alive before the time that Geralt would get back to even shut her eyes a couple seconds too long. Edith wondered what monster Geralt was slaying with his familiar yellow eyes and sword that looked too deadly to even touch. I thought Witcher's were also monsters.. But Geralt was no monster, sure, he was a massive prick, but Edith was sure he was no monster despite her fathers warnings. Edith still couldn't stop the familiarity embedded in her bones. She felt almost drawn to Geralt in a sense that she felt like she'd knew him before despite not seeing him once in her life. She left a need to know more, and she could admit he was the littlest bit amusing even with his terrible attitude.

Edith couldn't help but wonder of the creatures lurking the world beyond, and she couldn't help but wonder how many of which Geralt had slayed. She was indeed curious, and curiosity definitely was a trait her father had scolded her for multiple times through out her life. But she couldn't help it, and as she pondered about the world beyond Edith herself had began to fall into the blackness void of sleep.

The dreams of course came in the same order, but seemed a lot more prominent now. Yellow eyes bulging knowledge Edith failed to contain - a wisdom presenting hardships she had only yet failed to face. And then came the red. Thick, running crimson engulfing her dream in a memory she knew not of. The colour of crimson sang to her like a hummingbird calling for its young; it enticed Edith's being in a calling of home. Then the darkness set in like flames licking at the edges of crimson, growing vastly until there was nothing left of red, as it had all turned to a blackness that embraced her figure in comfort.

The sound of the creak of the cell led to Edith awakening from her dream state, "Get up, girl." The rasp undeniably screamed Geralt, but Edith was unable to see because of the sudden darkness that invaded the prison. From her slouched figure, the only thing viewable was the yellow of Geralt's eyes that almost glowed like a beacon in the night.

"Nice to see you again too, Geralt," Edith groaned, squinting her eyes in a failure to adjust them to the sudden darkness, "Why is it so dark in this place?"

"..Because it's a prison." Geralt deadpanned, and Edith smirked in response before rising and stretching her limbs like an awakened cat, exhaustion evaporating from her figure momentarily.

"Right."

Edith sighed, attempting to walk in the direction of Geralt's eyes hopefully without tripping and falling on her ass like a fool. Geralt could see Edith's attempts perfectly fine despite the darkness, and to say she didn't look the least bit stupid would be a complete lie. As Edith neared Geralt, she put her hands out as if to touch him. Geralt moved away immediately after noticing this and watched her bang her head on the doorframe of the cell instead, the sound resonating throughout the prison.
Geralt smirked.

"Prick." Edith whined.

"Sounds hollow in that head of yours, girl."

"Asshole." Edith couldn't be bothered to think of a better insult, instead following Geralt's footsteps as she vaguely saw him distance himself from the cell and move towards the small bit of light provided by the stairs as a result of the freedom above them. Edith attempted to gaze over to where she expected her father to be, only to be granted with darkness clouding her vision and nothing but silence. He's probably still out cold, and probably will be for a few days.

Geralt looked back over his shoulder to watch Edith hobbling about like a blind animal, but refused to help her. Instead, he began ascending the stairs hearing the sound of Edith falling and an unlady-like 'Fuck!' in his wake. Geralt couldn't help but smirk further, imagining Edith mentally insulting Geralt into oblivion. Geralt couldn't give two shits though, she was lucky he came back for her altogether.

Prick, donkey prick Witcher. Edith frowned, hands attempting to locate the first stairs infront of her to assist her with her struggle. To say Edith wasn't pissed off at Geralt leaving her in the darkness like a complete fool would be a lie, however, a small part of Edith felt like she deserved it for her jibes at him anyway but couldn't help but wonder the next insult she'd label the white haired bully with next.

A/N - thank you all sm for 500 reads, appreciate it ♡

This is me every time I log into Wattpad and see people actually reading my story lmao