Eyes of Clouded Blue
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The first time that Geralt of Rivia met Etta, he knew she was someone destiny had plans for. Her eyes were unseeing to most but Geralt knew that hidden behind her clouded eyes laid something much more. A mischievous soul that saw what others could not.
The first time Etta met Geralt of Rivia, she knew that he would be her anchor, whether she wanted one or not. The images that came to her head were filled with his amber eyes and silver sword. He would give her something foreign to her; respect. But he demanded it in return.
When their paths intertwine in the middle of the tavern, with a beast stringing them together there is no going back. Etta needs protection and Geralt needs a purpose outside of killing monsters. In time, they form a relationship that many find strange. To Etta and Geralt however, it is just who they are.
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