After the Great War between the Black Elementals and the rest of the world, the last good Elementals went into their Eternal Rest. They were few of them left and they broke their bonds with the Witchers after defeating the Black ones.
Years later...
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Sparks of Fire
Geralt and Eira - Sparks of Fire
One shot - teaser
Jaskier had left without one word after Eira had told him she was an Elemental. He had left her by the crumbling castle where the Djinn had worked its magic and the Elemental felt her heart break in a million pieces when her gaze watched the Bard disappear into the near forest.
Months had passed and she had felt both sadness and anger while travelling with Geralt from one place to another. The Witcher didn't speak of Jaskier. Eira didn't know if he was angry with the bard or just plainly forgotten about him. Either way, she was grateful for it.
They took contracts, hunted monsters and collected coin together. And slowly, the heartbreak didn't hurt so much anymore. Instead, the elemental laughed with Geralt around the campfire when they talked about the things they did during the day.
The spark of hapinness returned in her eyes.
One lazy evening at one of the Inn's, Geralt and Eira shared dinner together in silence after a long day of travelling. The witcher denied a contract that day because he thought they both needed some well needed rest.
"You're getting stronger," he said and glanced at her.
Their elbows touched and Eira leaned back with a satisfied smile on her face.
"I had a lot of practice the last months," she locked eyes with him and Geralt swiftly looked away.
Something he did for the last few weeks, yet Eira figured it was a 'Witcher' - thing and never brought it up.
"Hmm," he murmered and took a gulp of his ale.
Eira felt the silence around them and Geralt pulled his elbow away.
"Do you want to play a round of Gwent?"
He laughed then, the sound brought an unexpected shiver on her spine.
"No," he countered back, his voice light and finally locked eyes with her again. "I trained you too well."
Eira's eyes widened and her smile grew.
"You're scared of losing," she said with a chuckle.
"No," Geralt smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm fed up with losing every night."
Eira laughed loud and sincere, so much that she needed to hold her stomach because it hurt. Geralt chuckled lightly with her and Eira locked eyes with him again. And the air around them changed slightly. She wasn't the only one who felt it because the Witcher cleared his throat and looked into his now empty pint.
"I'm going to bed," he said quietly and stood up in a blink of an eye.
"Yes, me too," Eira murmured and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress. "Good night, Geralt."
