She kissed one of the scars on his chest, one of the nastier ones, courtesy of an ancient leshen. Geralt let his gaze rest on her thoughtfully, tenderly. It wasn't often that he found a woman that earnestly enjoyed the look of him; from the neck down, at any rate.
He had always been in demand for other reasons than any sort of beauty.
"It's not a bad thing. Hold on to that, for the sake of the rest of us."
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Date: 2017-09-25 10:27 pm (UTC)He had always been in demand for other reasons than any sort of beauty.
"It's not a bad thing. Hold on to that, for the sake of the rest of us."