Shift My World (Witcher x Reader fanfic)
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Dernière publication mer., juil. 5, 2023
Her breath was inhaled through clenched teeth as the pressure of his hand against the bleeding gash on her side flared up with a firey pain. He was so close that she could see the stubble of his jaw that was clenching hard together as his golden gaze fixated on cleansing her wound. Anyone knowing a Witcher thought them a monster, a mutant with no feelings or emotions. But if they could spend even a single day with a man like Garelt of Rivia they'd soon realize that perhaps the myths about Witchers were wrong. The furrow in his brow as he focused on his task spoke volumes of the worry that he did not know how to express.
"Garelt I'm sorry...I should have listened to you," she mumbled looking down at his blood-soaked hands as they cleansed her wound.
'Hmm.' was her only answer; not the answer she wished to have and she felt herself deflate at his response. Ever since she came under his care she found herself as useless as a stick to him. Even with her training, she thought she could help. But her helpfulness was nothing but a child's mistake. She could have died if it wasn't for Geralt's quick thinking and reaction. She felt like such a burden to the man who was constantly saving her life despite her disobedience when it came to him. The stormy look on her face must have been so transparent because when she looked back up at Garelt he was staring at her so intently that she dare near look away; her heart rate picking up under his stare. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I know you're doing the best you can. if today all you did was hold yourself together I'm proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too. This life isn't easy and I think you're doing just fine all thing's considering." he said in that gruff voice of his that could always make her feel safe. "Just next time...listen to me when I tell you to stay put got it?"
She smiled a little bashfully and nodded looking down again. "Got it,"
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