worstsin: (a frost-covered field)
Geralt of Rivia ([personal profile] worstsin) wrote 2017-09-22 04:16 am (UTC)

"What, the fire? Or the river?"

He didn't smile, but in the firelight, his eyes glittered. He settled in beside Nina, now shirtless, and he pressed their chests against one another, curling her against him, beneath his chin.

"You still planning on staying? Not sure what you might wake up to in the morning. Might be a side of me you're not gonna like."

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