Reincarnation ➵ The Witcher

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EDITH had glared at the back of Geralt's head as he dismounted Roach. After a lot of nagging from Edith, he had eventually agreed to make camp just to the side of the cobbled road. But it had only taken her to fall face first into the road for him to agree. Prick. Geralt smirked afterwards, and Edith had a scrape as evidence of her mistake. Her feet were throbbing painfully, but she still assisted Geralt with gaining firewood from the forestry around them. The night was slowly beginning to turn to day, and all she could think of was how fucked her sleep schedule would now be.

The darkness had began to fade into oranges and reds of sun rise once they were both settled respectively. Geralt was seated across from Edith, and a small fire bloomed in the middle of them to keep away the chills of the morning. Roach stayed tied to a tree near the road, and Geralt said he was there for a quick getaway whatever that meant.

Edith could see the exhaustion in Geralt's face, darkness growing under his eyelids. She wasn't ready to sleep yet, and she could see Geralt felt the same. He still held his sword close to his person, but his cloak now acted as a makeshift sheet for him to sleep on. He continously prodded the fire with a stick, moving the ashes around until it grew to a standard he was happy with. Geralt could feel Edith's eyes on him, and he swore there was hardly a time she even looked away from his figure.

"Go to sleep, girl. We'll be moving again in a couple of hours." Geralt's eyes bore into hers, nodding towards the ground as if Edith would ever listen to him. Edith stared at him for a moment before a teasing smile spread across her face.

"Why don't you make me?"

Geralt smirked in reply, "I'd gladly hit you across the head if it meant you'd shut up."

"You wouldn't!"

"Trust me, I would." She could tell Geralt was mocking her internally, and frowned further.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, prick, but you don't scare me." Geralt let the mirth flood his eyes, because he knew a small part of Edith was scared of him, even if it was a bit of her. He often caught her glances towards his sword, as if she expected him to stab her with it. And it wouldn't at all be the first time.

"..You should be." He rasped finally, before turning away from her altogether as he led down on his cloak. His gaze remained fixated on the disappearing stars above them, waiting for a reply that Edith failed to give.

Edith knew his words held some of the truth; she knew that Witcher's did always mean business, but she couldn't help but think how much of a sad, boring existence it would be without a friend in the world. Hell, it didn't even have to be a friend. Just someone you could talk to on a daily basis. Edith didn't know what she would do if she didn't have anyone to talk to - because she truly had an issue of running her mouth quite a bit.

She watched his gaze move between the stars, yellow eyes glowing in thought. Edith would pay to be a mind reader at this point, only to have a brief idea of the Witcher's thoughts. His hair somehow still looked fairly decent despite their travels, and she wondered the state her appearance was currently in. She was sure her hair looked almost identical to a birds nest which wasn't any better from how her apparel looked. She could see stains coating her dress, the odd piece of fabric ripped here and there. And at that point, Edith was sure she looked like a homeless peasant. How on earth did Geralt still look decent, then? He'd probably been doing a lot more than what she has done, and yet he still looked ruggedly handsome. Edith frowned.

"Stop staring." Shit. Edith blushed, of course she was caught again.

Eyes diverted elsewhere, she attempted a shit excuse, "I was glaring, if you remember."

"Go to sleep." Geralt shot her a disapproving look from the corner of his eye until he turned on his side away from Edith's view.

Edith sighed, attempting to make herself comfortable on the harsh ground of the forest floor. She led on her back, eyes scanning the canopy and also the lackluster stars above them. She had gotten through one day of travels with the Witcher, now it was time to get through the rest.

Her eyes shut systematically, dreams full of yellow eyes filled of mirth and a crimson that felt like home.