Reincarnation ➵ The Witcher

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EDITH awoke to the sounds of birds chirping in the distance. Her head was placed comfortably on Geralt's chest, and his fingers made a continuous pattern on the bottom of Edith's back. Her eyes rose up to Geralt's face, watching his golden gaze locked onto the canopy above. The atmosphere around her was cold, but the warmth sprouting from Geralt allowed her to disregard it without care.

"Sleep well?"

"Could've been better." Edith teased with a smirk, a yawn escaping her lips, "The company was great though."

Geralt let out a short laugh, golden eyes glancing down at her, "Hm, I'm sure."

Edith's eyes locked with his own, ashen hair disheveled, but this did little to take away from his appearance. She was sure she looked like a tramp with her own hair sporting a birds nest and clothes that hung haphazardly on her form.

"We will be moving again soon." Geralt rasped, fingers raising to play with the ends of Edith's hair, "I want to reach the town by the end of the month."

Edith hummed in reply, exhaustion coating her in a blanket. Truthfully, Edith didn't want to move at all. She'd happily stay where she was, but she knew they had to keep moving, just as Geralt had reminded her time and time again.

"Can we stay for another hour?"

"No."

"Rude." Edith sassed, hands swatting his chest playfully as she began to rise from her prone position. Geralt's own grip loosened enough for her to stretch, but not enough for her to move out of reach. Edith tried to not blush at what had happened between the pair, and so far she was successful.

"Where exactly is it we are going again?" She turned to look down at him, and Geralt's gaze lazily focused on her, "I can't remember you telling me."

"Somewhere."

"'Somewhere'? Doesn't sound very pleasant, if I'm being honest."

"Hm," he began, hands rising to play with the ends of Edith's tunic, "Good job you aren't often honest, then."

Edith's eyebrows furrowed, before she understood his words and a smile spread across her face, "Prick!"

A smirk of his own began to grow, "That's not what you were saying last night," he rebutted, "or have you forgotten already?"

"Shut up!" Edith's face lit up like a flame, "Of course I, uh, haven't forgotten. When are we leaving?"

"Soon."

"When's soon?"

"Whenever I decide it is."

"Right. Well, until you decide when 'soon' is I will be going to clean up," Geralt's grip did not loosen any little, "do you want some water or something?"

"Or something." Geralt rasped.

Edith was at loss for words for a second, before she rolled her eyes at his incessant innuendos, "Oh, fuck off."

Geralt shut his eyes once again, grip completely loosening and allowing Edith to stand. She stretched, muscles in her back aching from the harsh floor they slept on. Well, mainly slept on. Her eyes darted back to his resting figure, cloth that once covered his chest discarded over one of the tree branches hanging above him.

"Do you want water or not?"

"Hm." He murmured, and Edith sighed.

"..I'll take that as a yes."

Her gaze diverted to the rest of the camp; fire long forgotten with bits of clothing strewn all over the place. Her boots were long gone, and she'd only found one of the two shoes she needed. For fuck sake. Geralt offered no assistance, his lazy eyes shut in a dozing manner and Edith stopped herself from lobbing her only boot at him.

Her gaze had found a small cup for water, and she grabbed it before making her way through the foliage towards a little stream that was heard near their camp. Her feet already began to ache from the sticks and stones imbedding itself in the soles, but she knew she had to remove the strong musk of Geralt from hanging over her figure in a shadow. Her clothing had rips in a few places, and she grimaced at the broken material. The stream came into view, and Edith's nose was invaded by the smell of wet grass and morning dew. There was a cold in the air, like there normally was, however, Edith couldn't help but feel warmth sprouting from the memory of what had happened, and what she didn't regret happening.

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