Moans From Temeria | Witcher X Reader SMUT | Volume II

Eskel | The Joy Of Meeting Again

Requested by fullboquetofwonderland

After being away for a long time, you return to Kaer Morhen to seek out your lover of yore.
Eskel is not keen on letting you get away again any time soon.

Word count: 3600+
Relationship: Lovers

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The dull ache caused by loss of yore was ever present in Eskel's heart. Whereas Lambert would often laugh at him and Geralt would tell him not to worry too much about it, the witcher in question would often spend his nights thinking about nothing and nobody else.

Plenty of fish in the sea, Geralt would say, for who could be certain that you were still alive? For all they knew, you were already six feet down under, eating dirt for months. Not one letter had Eskel received from your hand, nor a sign of life. He knew no love until he had met you and then he realized that he had found faith in the myth that people often called soulmates, and he was surprised that things like these could actually reach a mere mutant like himself.

Why would you return anyways, if you survived the dangerous trip to Nilfgaard, called by duty to stitch up the wounds of the injured? Eskel never was one to mind what others thought of him, but being at your side had changed his views on himself. You'd tell him otherwise many occasions that you thought of him as the greatest man you had ever met; still Lamberts vile words had struck painful nerves, even though he'd never admit it. Perhaps the salty witcher was right, Eskel sometimes overthought. For you were a wonderful woman, after all. And what was he but a witcher?

You'd left for your medicinal duties when the war broke out, and the weeks turned into months and eventually to years, until he lost track of how long exactly you'd been gone. When winter came he settled back into Kaer Morhen, awaiting the passage of snow and ice, hanging up his swords at least until spring. It was a boring time, even though Vesemir often pressed on how they could spend their time patching up the place (which they occasionally did), and refreshing their minds with the basics of bestiaries.

A little bit more education never hurt a soul, Vesemir had said, and even though Geralt had immediately countered that some minds became corrupt with a hunger for knowledge, Eskel had actually taken up on the offer and found himself near the fire with a large, dusty book in hand. It hadn't been touched in years, perhaps decades, since he noticed a slight yellowing of the pages and several bugs piling up between the crevices.

From the other side of the room, he saw Lambert approaching. Shifting in his position, Eskel straightened his back, relieving himself from the painful strain on his spine that all the sitting had caused.

"Did you know that nekkers actually—"
"I don't need to know that, Vesemir Junior." Lambert snapped, sitting down opposite of the other witcher, a bottle of beer in hand. Eskel opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but in the end, it was always the same with Lambert.

With a sigh, Eskel returned his gaze to the book, trying to focus on the words again. However, it was quite difficult when Lambert took annoyingly loud sips from his drink.
"Could you stop doing that? You're being childish."
"What are you going to do? Tell Vesemir?"
Eskel tried his best to ignore the man he occasionally deemed friend and then foe, but it was to no use.

"What about that woman you liked. (Y/n), huh. Received any letters? Are you sure she hasn't ran off with one of those handsome human soldiers yet?"
"Shut up."
"Oh, don't like me asking?"
"I said, shut up, before I shove that bottle so far up your ass you'll be shitting glass shards for the rest of winter."

Lambert put up his hands defensively, as if he hadn't said a single harmful word.
"I was just trying to have some small-talk, since we're holed up in here together for at least three more months, right!"