Reincarnation ➵ The Witcher

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EDITH'S eyes pleaded with Geralt's golden own, "Please let me come with you, I promise I'll stay out of your way." She pouted fruitlessly, in hopes of Geralt agreeing. He shook his head, as she expected him to, and instead reached forward and pulled her closer to him. Triss had left moments before, leaving the pair alone with a man knocked out on the floor feet away from the two.

"Hm," he started, gloved fingers moving her brown bangs out of her face, "that's not the thing I'm worried about, girl." She stopped herself from kissing him, her stubborn mindset hoping that he'd cave in with her persistence

"Please." She begged, attempting to pout in order for him to agree, "I can help you."

Geralt let out a gruff laugh, the line between his brows loosening ever so slightly as he regarded her words that wouldn't change anything, "And how do you plan on doing that? By talking it to death?" Edith's eyes rolled, huffing at his response before her figure slouched in almost defeat.

"I'm serious, Geralt! Let me help, I can be.. moral support, or, just any support in general." Her points began to end, and she knew he wouldn't give in, but after seeing the dead witcher's eyes gouged out the sockets, she feared this would be Geralt's last hunt.

"Listen, Edith. Stay here," his ashen hair seemed angellic in the candle's glow, despite the sin written across his figure, "I won't be able to concentrate with you there, girl. You know this as much as I do."

A frown of defeat graced her features, her mind working in overdrive of lists of 'what-ifs'. She knew Geralt could handle himself, she had seen it many times before, but this didn't taint the growing worry constricting her chest like a boa. The storm battled internally, and she knew she was fighting a losing battle.

After what happened last time, she knew she couldn't attempt to follow Geralt, either, with the hallways winding like a maze she'd surely get lost, and with darkness blinding her view, she would be a piece of meat readily handed on a silver platter.

"Okay.." Edith resigned, "Okay, fine. But atleast take one of your voodoo potions with you."

"Right." He slightly smirked, allowing himself to approach Edith further, "I'll take one of my 'voodoo potions' to appease you, Your Majesty."

She playfully hit his shoulder, hands then allowing themself to curl around the back of his neck as she gazed up at him, "Good!" She chirped, eyes narrowing onto his lips as she prepared herself for his departure, "Now that's all out the way.."

"Hm." He replied, his own face approaching hers in a short but passionate kiss, before Triss rudely interrupted the pair with her entrance.

"Edith I have your--" Triss froze mid sentence, and Edith jumped away from Geralt as if she'd been burnt. Geralt's own gaze diverted, settling on Triss instead, "Well, I have your room ready, but please don't mind me at all, I was just, uh, leaving."

Awkwardness settled the atmosphere, Edith's face spreading crimson, "N-no!" She shouted, and cleared her throat as Triss jumped in surprise, turning around to gaze at her once again, "I-I mean, t-thank you. I'll be up in a bit."

Edith watched as Triss nodded, before she turned and made her way out of the room once again, her blue robe following in her wake. Edith sighed, turning to look at Geralt once again. He stood indifferently, arms crossed over eachother as his gaze once again met hers. She offered a small smile, but his gaze didn't falter.

"And you," she teased, pointing at his figure as she prepared herself to follow Triss in tow, "stay safe. I don't wanna have to see your face burried in sand, either."

He slightly inclined his head, stopping himself from rolling his eyes as he watched her slightly jog to catch up with Triss.