Yesterday's Child: Chapter 2
Yesterday's Child (13438 words) by HopeofDawn, fractalserpentine
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary:
“There was a mob.” Even now, after so many years, after Geralt alive and with Yen and *happy*, the memory of his death still hurt, ambushing her when she least expected it. She could still feel Geralt’s cooling blood slicking her hands, sometimes; could remember the horrible sound of his breath shuddering into that final, awful stillness. Ciri remembered the sight of Yennefer, her eyes and hands blazing white-hot with power and despair as she poured everything she had into one final, terrible effort to revive him, snuffing out her own life in the process. Ciri let her grief show; there was no need for a court mask here. “They were killing nonhumans. He -- I only saw him after. I think he got blindsided.” Three teeth. That stupid, *stupid* prophecy. “I took his body away -- made sure it was burned properly.”
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary:
“There was a mob.” Even now, after so many years, after Geralt alive and with Yen and *happy*, the memory of his death still hurt, ambushing her when she least expected it. She could still feel Geralt’s cooling blood slicking her hands, sometimes; could remember the horrible sound of his breath shuddering into that final, awful stillness. Ciri remembered the sight of Yennefer, her eyes and hands blazing white-hot with power and despair as she poured everything she had into one final, terrible effort to revive him, snuffing out her own life in the process. Ciri let her grief show; there was no need for a court mask here. “They were killing nonhumans. He -- I only saw him after. I think he got blindsided.” Three teeth. That stupid, *stupid* prophecy. “I took his body away -- made sure it was burned properly.”