OMG, I was SO GODDAMN EXCITED when I saw that you'd posted Witcher 3 fic. That game gave me SO MANY FEELINGS about Geralt and how he likes to pretend that he's a sarcastic stoic badass who doesn't give a fuck, but actually he has all those feelings he doesn't really know what to do with and I LOVE HIM.
Also, Ciri. CIRI. SO MANY FEELINGS about their reunion scene, and how much Geralt obviously loves her, and what a goddamn badass she is. I mean, it would have been SO EASY for the set-up of "witcher travels around in search of his lost daughter" to be a damsel-in-distress scenario, but instead, everywhere you go you find that Ciri has been there kicking ass and taking names, and if that's not enough to convince you, you also get to play as Ciri and see first-hand what a goddamn fighter she is.
Except no one else I know has actually played the game, so I had nowhere to put all these feelings, until I read these paragraphs:
It was brutally hard to block her, and the final blow she had to pull herself or she’d have done real damage. Geralt shook his head as they broke off, grinning at her in helpless pride: his little girl.
They went back in. He had to pull a blow of his own that would’ve taken a chunk out of her off-arm, but she traded it right back with a feinted jab that would’ve gone through his shoulder, so he couldn’t fault it. They traded a few more over the long stretch of the fight, and by the end she was still holding an advantage, and Geralt was soaked with sweat and so happy he could’ve burst. He slung an arm around her shoulders-she was beaming too, her hair a plastered mess-and they staggered exhaustedly back inside
Yes. YES. EXACTLY.
And then Dandelion hit the Battle of Kaer Morhen, and Geralt suddenly didn’t give a shit anymore, about any of that, because it was-it was Vesemir singing; it was in Vesemir’s voice, low and weary and full of foreknowledge, seeing his own death and hoping only that he would not see his students, his only children, go to death along with him; asking that only, in exchange for a life of service to humanity, for which he had given up his own. Geralt’s breath was tight and painful in his throat. Ciri was crying, next to him, and the room was swimming in smears of light. He was there again, the whining high note of the lute the terrible whistling of the ice of the Wild Hunt’s coming, and then Dandelion-drew a shriek across all his strings, Ciri’s terrible cry and Vesemir’s death made one, until it collapsed into sudden silence.
OH NO
OH MAN
I cried
I'm usually kind of squeamish about cheating subplots, but as Geralt's type very obviously is "people who aren't even subtle about the fact that they're using him for their own purposes," (see also: Triss, Keira) I didn't even feel all that bad for Yennefer. Let's face it, she's going to be happier with a sorceress castle of her own. Also, Emhyr fits right in with that sneaky crowd. OF COURSE HE HIMSELF ARRANGED TO GET MISETHERE-POISONED. OF COURSE HE DID.
Also, Ciri. CIRI. SO MANY FEELINGS about their reunion scene, and how much Geralt obviously loves her, and what a goddamn badass she is. I mean, it would have been SO EASY for the set-up of "witcher travels around in search of his lost daughter" to be a damsel-in-distress scenario, but instead, everywhere you go you find that Ciri has been there kicking ass and taking names, and if that's not enough to convince you, you also get to play as Ciri and see first-hand what a goddamn fighter she is.
Except no one else I know has actually played the game, so I had nowhere to put all these feelings, until I read these paragraphs:
It was brutally hard to block her, and the final blow she had to pull herself or she’d have done real damage. Geralt shook his head as they broke off, grinning at her in helpless pride: his little girl.
They went back in. He had to pull a blow of his own that would’ve taken a chunk out of her off-arm, but she traded it right back with a feinted jab that would’ve gone through his shoulder, so he couldn’t fault it. They traded a few more over the long stretch of the fight, and by the end she was still holding an advantage, and Geralt was soaked with sweat and so happy he could’ve burst. He slung an arm around her shoulders-she was beaming too, her hair a plastered mess-and they staggered exhaustedly back inside
Yes. YES. EXACTLY.
And then Dandelion hit the Battle of Kaer Morhen, and Geralt suddenly didn’t give a shit anymore, about any of that, because it was-it was Vesemir singing; it was in Vesemir’s voice, low and weary and full of foreknowledge, seeing his own death and hoping only that he would not see his students, his only children, go to death along with him; asking that only, in exchange for a life of service to humanity, for which he had given up his own. Geralt’s breath was tight and painful in his throat. Ciri was crying, next to him, and the room was swimming in smears of light. He was there again, the whining high note of the lute the terrible whistling of the ice of the Wild Hunt’s coming, and then Dandelion-drew a shriek across all his strings, Ciri’s terrible cry and Vesemir’s death made one, until it collapsed into sudden silence.
OH NO
OH MAN
I cried
I'm usually kind of squeamish about cheating subplots, but as Geralt's type very obviously is "people who aren't even subtle about the fact that they're using him for their own purposes," (see also: Triss, Keira) I didn't even feel all that bad for Yennefer. Let's face it, she's going to be happier with a sorceress castle of her own. Also, Emhyr fits right in with that sneaky crowd. OF COURSE HE HIMSELF ARRANGED TO GET MISETHERE-POISONED. OF COURSE HE DID.
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