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Eyes of Clouded Blue
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Ongoing, First published May 30, 2022
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.

***Story contains themes of d/s dynamics and punishments***
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Geralt wasn't always the father of a girl who wasn't his. He also wasn't from Rivia. He used to just be the boy I'd known a village over. The one I'd see with his mother when my father and I went to sell his crops. Even after his transformation, he was still the boy from the village I'd know all those years ago. Triss Merigold and Yennefer of Vengerberg were not the loves of his life. I was. I was the one who found him again after he survived his transformation. I was the one he came home to every night and in the winter. He smiled before Ciri and the other girls. I made him smile. I made him soft. I was the one he loved first. That all came crashing down the day I died. That's when he stopped smiling. #13 - #witcher Under revision 9/8/2024