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You stomped through the inn, ignoring Geralt’s calls, and slammed the door as soon as you made it to your room. A second after, the door swung open once more when Geralt came in.
“Will you listen to me?” Geralt’s raspy voice sounded weaker than usual. “This is nothing, I’m a witcher”
Finally acknowledging his presence, you turned around to face him. The sight of his blood soaked shoulder brought tears of frustration to your eyes. You didn’t care what arguments he brought up, you were furious.
“Still, Geralt, that stupid and needlessly reckless!” You shouted, hating to feel the tears building up. “And do you really believe me to be so useless that I can’t defend myself?”
“So that’s what this is about” Despite his painful wound, the witcher managed a sarcastic grin. “I insulted you when I saved your life, did I?”
“You didn’t need to do that! I can take care of myself!” You continued, even angrier that he seemed so calm and amused. “You could have died!”
“But I didn’t” Geralt’s jaw tightened, letting you know he was running out of that strange tranquil that he held on to. “I can take the pain, I told you… I’m-”
“A fucking witcher, yes!” You shouted still, tearing your throat when you couldn’t contain yourself. “But you’re not invincinble, Geralt, what would have happened if you did die?”
“And what would have happened if you died?!” He snapped so suddenly, raising his volume even more than you, that you jumped in startle. “What would I do then?!”
Your anger dissapeared in a second, like it was never even there. That previous heat fueled by your fury was replaced by a shocked cold that took over your body when you were hit with realization. Geralt didn’t risk his life and shield you with his body because he didn’t think you were capable of defending yourself…. he did so because the thought of something happening to you was too terrible to bear. He prefered to endure any and all pains if it meant you were unharmed and safe.
“I’m sorry…” You sobbed, not only refering ot the shouting.
“Me too” Geralt sighed, cautiously approaching you to close that enormours distance that separated you.
Gladly accepting his attempt, you threw yourself to hug him. He sighed again, this time seeming to let go of all those negative feelings that poisioned his heart, and tightly held you against him.
“I don’t deserve you” He whispered, nearly afraid that you would realize he was right and run away. “I’m a monster”
“You’re not a monster, you’re a witcher” You said, your voice muffled against his chest. “And I don’t care what anyone thinks, I love you”
“Then you’re a fool” He fondly said, squeezing you so tight that he almost hurt you.