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There was many things Lambert hated about going back to Kaer Morhen, first of all it was freezing as fuck up there and nearly every night he'd have to wrap himself up in furs to stop his balls from freezing off. He also hated the fact that it took days even weeks of travelling to get up to the fucking mountain out of all the places they chose to build the place of course they picked a fucking mountain. He felt like they wanted Witchers to have there balls frozen off, or worse freeze to death.
So there was many things Lambert hates about the keep, but the only thing he did look forward to was seeing Eskel and Geralt again. He'd rather stab himself in the stomach then admit that he misses them while he's on the path, because the path was lonely but the younger witcher always found ways to keep himself occupied. He trudged through the gates of Kaer Morhen soaking wet from the snow that had been falling onto him as he travelled up that damned hill. He pulled along his mare, he never named her as he didn't want to get attached to the thing it just makes it harder when they die so he didn't see the point of putting himself through that grief.
He walked her up to the stables, noticing Roach and Scorpion Lambert wasn't really fond of animals but he did like Scorpion and Roach they were two sweet horses. He gave his mare a pet before throwing his satchal over his shoulder and walking inside, when he opened the door he was greeted by Eskel and Geralt who nearly fucking knocked him down with the hug he received it was a tight suffocating hug. He growled and shoved them both away crossing his arms as he pouted he was in no mood to be suffocated by there love. "You really wanna suffocate me the minute I get in the door?" He said with a huff, Eskel smirked and rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah we do, we missed you pup." God's did Lambert hate that name 'pup' it always pissed him off and Eskel knew damn well that it did.
Geralt patted Lamberts back he was glad to see that the younger witcher survived another year on the path, Lambert was always strong but he always thought that his anger would fuck up his fighting but it didn't surprisingly. Anger made Witchers sloppy, that's what Vesemir always told them. "Glad to see you've lived another year, baby wolf." he smiled when Lambert punched his arm playfully at the nickname baby wolf. The younger witcher pouted, and shoved past them heading toward his room. "Fuck off dickheads, let me put my shit in my room and if there's no alcohol on the table when I come back down here. I'm gonna throw a fucking tantrum." he said with a smirk as he made his way to his room.
His room doesn't really have much stuff in it he never had many trophies as he didn't really deal with very dangerous monsters he stuck with the simple stuff most of the time since he didn't see the point of risking his life for humans who didn't even give a shit. He still hated being a Witcher every single damn day, he would quit if he could but it was the only thing he knew how to do. He never took the time to learn anything else, he doesn't have the patience too. He packed away his stuff, looking around the room nothing changed a bit it was still as leaky and cold as usual. Great, he walked back to the main room and was delighted to see a jug of White Gull on the table and Geralt and Eskel chatting away of what monsters they dealt with over the past year.
He took a seat next to Geralt and poured himself a cup of White Gull and downed the cup he felt the pleasureful burn at his throat, he let out a soft satisfied hum. Since human alcohol did fucking nothing for Witchers, it was like drinking water gods how he wished getting drunk was easy. "So Lambert, how was your year?" He heard a rough voice ask, he glanced to Eskel and shrugged. "Same ol, same ol. Dealt with shitty monsters and shitty human for shitty pay, went to a few brothels and met up with Aiden. That's it." he said unamused his year was boring, but he was glad that he got to catch up with Aiden. He learned some things from the cat that wolves couldn't do, which would come useful."What a dirty pup going to Brothels." Geralt shook his head and Eskel chuckled taking a drink of his own cup. "A few brothels too? What would Papa Vesemir say?" Eskel said in a teasing tone.
Lambert rolled his eyes, "Fuck you guys, don't act all innocent. You both go to them too!" he said with a huff, god's did he hate being teased. That's all they did all damned year any chance they got they did it. They wouldn't be doing it for much longer once he kicks them in the balls. Eskel shrugged at Lamberts words and had a smug look on his face. "Don't know what you're talking about pup, me and Geralt would never do such a thing." The older Witcher said glancing to Geralt who was nodding in agreement. "Eskel is right, none of us are dirty as you." he added, amused by pissing off the younger witcher. Lambert stared at them both they were really starting to piss him off now. "Fuck you. Geralt you were fucking people before I was even born and I can say the same for you Eskel. You guys are assholes, if you keep teasing me you'll both find shit on your pillows when you go to bed." he threatened, he'd never do such a thing of course but he wanted to see there reaction.
Eskel and Geralt just looked at each other and laughed, finding this just completely and utterly entertaining. Lambert pouted and crossed his arms he didn't get the reaction he was hoping. "Do and we'll punish you pup." Eskel said looking at Lambert then to Geralt who let out a hum of agreement. Lambert could feel his face heat up, as he knew exactly what he meant by that. They all had a close bond together a very close bond, they often shared a bed they all had there moments together. They all cared for each other deeply, that's what Lambert loved most about Kaer Morhen is that he got to have fun with Eskel and Geralt. They kept him safe and loved. "Fuck off.." he finally said after a few moments of silence.
Eskel and Geralt just gave each other an amused look, as they drank they loved Lambert just as much as they loved to tease him. He was very important to them, they'll admit he was an asshole most of the time and he's a very hard person to get to open up but deep down Lambert was a loving and caring person that they only got to see sometimes. Eskel always felt like Lambert was scared of showing his emotions to them to much to anyone really because he was afraid if someone made fun of him or hurt him but he'd always protect his baby wolf and so would Geralt. Geralt usually just stayed out of Lamberts way, they both knew how bad the younger Witchers childhood was and he knew that is why he was so difficult Lambert said so himself.
Eskel was the one who mostly took care of Lambert whenever he had a temper tantrum or just woken up from a nightmare since Eskel was alot better with emotion then Geralt most of the time but Geralt helped out with there baby wolf whenever he could. They were family after all, it was his job to look after Lambert. They always took care of each other.
They spent the next few hours telling each other stories of how there year went, how many monsters they've killed and how many scumbags tried to get away with not paying them what was promised. "Alright I'm going to bed. Night." Geralt said as he finished his last bit of White gull as he stood up he didn't drink too much since they had many nights to get absolutely shit faced drunk. Eskel nodded in agreement. "Yeah should probably head up too, want us to sleep with you Lamb?" He said in a teasing tone as he looked to the younger witcher. Lambert huffed and rolled his eyes playfully. "No. I'm fine fuck off, goodnight." he waved them off, shooing them. Eskel chuckled and nodded following Geralt up the stairs. He heard two doors close in the distance.
Lambert went back up to his room shortly after them, he was exhausted after such a long day but the effort of going back up the stairs of going back up the stairs turned him off going to bed but he finally dragged himself up the stairs and into his room he wrapped himself in furs since it was cold outside he could hear it whistling through the windows. The cold wasn't that bad tonight, thank fuck. He slowly fell asleep.
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The next morning came and Lambert was awake by a ray of sunshine beaming down onto his face, he groaned and buried his face into his pillow. He didn't want to get up yet, it was early but that damned sun wouldn't let him they really needed to get curtains or something in his room. He let out an annoyed huff as he sat up slowly, not even bothering to try and get anymore sleep because it just seemed hopeless since it was so bright outside. He pulled himself out of bed and got dressed into his usual armor, he walked downstairs and grabbed an apple. He had a few jobs to do today change his mares horse shoes, go fishing for dinner and stuff like that.
Eskel walked into the kicthen and smiled at Lambert, "Morning pup, surprised to see you up so early." he was honestly surprised to see Lambert awake at this time of the morning he wasn't expecting to see him up for another hour or two. "Couldn't sleep, fucking sun blinding me." The younger witcher replied with a huff, he wasn't in a great mood today. He could already feel the cold outside this was gonna be fucking amazing. "Heh, poor pup. Won't do ya any harm getting up earlier, have any plans for the day?" Eskel asked as he opened up a cupboard pulling out some oats for Lil Bleater and Scorpion. "Have a few jobs to do. That's it." Lambert replied as he ate his apple, he would have had porridge but they didn't have any. Fuck sake, guess he'd have to live off of apples for the winter. "Least you're keeping yourself busy, gotta go kill some drowners with Geralt. Vesemir asked us to do it, so I'll see ya later pup." Eskel said with a small smile and left outside probably to meet up with Geralt. So looks like he had most of this place to himself for the day.
This should be interesting.
After he finished his breakfast well apple, he threw the apple core into the bin and he could hear the faint noise of horse shoes galloping away, he went outside with his homemade bombs already in his pocket he was always careful with them he had to be after all. He made his way to the lake listening to the sound of birds. The chirpy little fuckers he was sick of hearing them. He didn't understand why Eskel loves nature sooo much, he just didn't understand it.
It didn't take him long until he reached the lake, he climbed into his homemade boat which he was glad that was still there, he thought it might have drifted off into some bushes again but surprisingly not. He sailed his boat out into the middle of the lake, he didn't even care if his boat wasn't the best kind. So what if the water was up to his ankles, he was lucky that this damned thing even floated so he didn't complain.
He sat there for what felt like hours throwing bombs into the water but there wasn't much fish he could got about five of them, he usually got a fuck ton of them but oddly enough he didn't and he was getting impatient. It didn't help that he forgot his damned net either so he'd have to reach and grab the fish that were at the surface which was a pain in the ass since he always feared that he'd end up falling in and Lambert wasn't a great swimmer. He never admitted to anyone, he'd rather stab himself then tell anyone. He feared swimming ever since the trials he always felt like he was going to drown.
He threw in another bomb, although this was 'the lazy way out' as Eskel said he loved this technique. Although it always worried the two older Witchers because they always thought that he'd end up blowing his head off he didn't care he liked it and he wasn't going to let them tell him what to do. He heard the Muffled explosion and a few fish floated up thank fuck, he reached out to grab a few. This was a fuck ton of effort but he had no choice.
There was one fish that was a bit further out and he tried to reach for it but he was struggling and there was no fucking way he was going to move the boat over to get it. He reached again "Come on fucking thing." he cursed under his breath, under he leaned too far and he fell into the water. The water was freezing and it nearly sent his body into shock, he panicked and desperately swam to the top he gasped when he reached the surface and he clung to the boat for dear life he pulled himself up and coughed, feeling his lungs burn from the panic he breathed heavily. He was shaking out of anxiety and the water that was dripping off of him, he let out a soft whine. He was pissed off he didn't even get that fish.
He decided to head back because he was drenched and gods did Lambert hate the fucking cold. He steered the boat back and tied it to the dock, he grabbed his bucket of fish and headed back to Kaer Morhen his teeth chattering, fuck he just remembered that he needed to change his mares horse shoes. He stormed through the gates of the keep he wasn't in the mood he could hear every squelch that his boots made when he walked. He saw his mare in the stables along with Roach and Scorpion, so they've returned thank fuck guess he should make this quick so.
He would have left his mare until tomorrow but she did badly need her horse shoes changed as he hasn't changed them in a good few months, he sighed. "Alright here we go." he always hated doing this, because she was always very nervous of getting this done. He began to change her shoes, being as careful as he could. Praying that she wouldn't freak out, she didn't do it that often but he was still always cautious when he did so.
It took him about fifteen minutes to get all the new horse shoes on her hooves, he let out a sigh of relief he then heard a bird fly out from a near by bush and that seemed to startle the mare. She let out a loud neigh, Shit fuck he needed to move. "Fuck sake calm down-" he said but he was cut off by a hard kick to his stomach from the mare. He grunted and yelped in pain he fell to his knees, feeling the air being knocked out of his lungs. He panted and coughed wheezing as he held his stomach, feeling nauseous and a strong sharp pain. "Fuck-" he managed to push by his mare who was just calming down, he felt weak as he vomited onto the ground he gasped and shuddered. "Ugh-" he groaned and glanced to his mare who was now fucking okay.
He growled and gave her a dirty glare. He'd kill her if he could, this hurt so fucking much. He could feel tears well up in his eyes, he grunted and sat down letting out a few shaky breaths. God's did it hurt to breathe, he let out a soft whimper. He was freezing and now this horrible pain in his stomach, he fucking hated this.
He was eventually able to stand again, he still got a sharp pain in his stomach. He shakingly lifted up his shirt revealing a big black and purple bruise all along his stomach, he clenched his eyes shut. Stupid fucking horse, he just glared at his mare. "You're lucky you're alive you bitch-" he cursed as he tried his best to walk inside. He growled and bit his tongue with every step he took it hurt like a bitch. It hurt so fucking bad. He managed to open the door limping inside.
Eskel and Geralt were sitting in the mainroom they glanced to Lambert, they both looked worried because Lambert looked like shit. He was dripping wet his clothes were all dirty, and he looked like he was in pain. "Shit, Lamb are you alright?" Eskel asked voice filled with concern. Geralt frowned and looked over Lambert, he's been through hell. "What happened to you?" He asked calmly, Lambert just glared at the two. "Fuck o-off!" he stuttered feeling himself well up with tears. "I don't need you two babying me! I'm fucking fine. I fucking hate this place. I hate my horse. I hate fishing I hate every single damn thing." he yelled tears now rolling down his cheeks, he trembled horribly he just broke down, Eskel moved to hug the younger witcher just to comfort him but Lambert moved away and winced at the pain in his stomach. "I'm so fucking sick of this bullshit! I hate this god damn castle and I'm so fucking sick of you two teasing me and babying me just leave me the fuck alone!" he shouted as he stormed off to his bedroom. Eskel and Geralt just looked a bit shocked they didn't really expect Lambert to break down like that. "Fuck." Geralt cursed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Eskel had alot more paitence with Lambert then he did especially when he was like this. He wished he had that paitence but he just didn't. Lambert was hard work. Eskel sighed and rubbed his face. "He looks hurt.." he said softly, Geralt could hear the worry in his voice. "We can check up on him soon just let him calm down." He said as he patted Eskel's shoulder moving back to sit down. Eskel nodded slowly he wanted to go see him now but it would be better if he just left him cool off first. He walked back and sat across from Geralt.
Lambert bit his lip hard trying to stop himself from crying as he layed down on his bed carefully but no matter how slow or quick he layed down his stomach hurt just as bad. He curled up slowly well as much as his body would allow him too, he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. He wouldn't allow himself to cry although tears were already blurring his vision he refused to let them run free anymore, he already looked weak and pathetic he didn't want to cry like a baby he refused himself too no matter how much he wanted too he just felt so hurt, so fucking weak and pathetic a useless worthless bastard that's all he was that's what his father always said to him and he was right. He stayed quiet, clenching his eyes shut trying to ignore the pain he was feeling and ignore all the horrible thoughts that ran through his head but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. Why did everything have to go wrong for him?! Why couldn't he just have a good day for once. He's so fucking sick of this. He's sick of life. He despises Kaer Morhen.
He layed there for a few hours the temperature only got colder and colder he whined and clenched his blanket close to him. He couldn't even change out of his clothes from earlier so the fact that he was wearing fucking cold wet clothes didn't help. His teeth was chattering the pain from his stomach still horribly painful.
He couldn't help but let out a few whimpers gods did it hurt and he was so cold, he couldnt bare it. He hated it here, he fucking hated it. He couldn't stand it anymore. He so desperately wanted to be warm but no matter how many fur blankets he wrapped around himself it did fuck all for him.
Eskel and Geralt spoke for the next hour or so, Geralt could tell that Eskel was worrying about Lambert since he kept glancing in the direction of his room. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You should go and check on him." he said finally, Eskel glanced back to him then back at the direction of Lamberts room. "Yeah, I should he might need me." the older Witcher said quieter and without another word he got up from his seat and made his way to Lamberts room. He could hear the faint whimpers coming from his room he frowned and stepped inside seeing the younger witcher curled up in his bed. Shivering and whimpering.
Lambert held himself tight until he heard the sound of his door creaking open he sat up quickly in surprise, he got a horrible sharp pain in his stomach when he did so and he yelped. "Fuck off Esk- Eskel-" he whimpered on the verge of tears, he was so tired. He was so cold. He wanted to be warm. He felt like he was going to freeze to death.
Eskel frowned at Lamberts words, he walked over to him glancing down to his stomach. "What happened to you.. Are you okay?" He asked softly looking back at Lambert, his face was written with worry and concern.
Lambert bit his lower lip hard when Eskel asked if he was okay, that's when he broke down in tears sobbing hardly. He couldn't stop himself, he felt weak. He felt useless, he couldnt catch decent fish for them which he just remembered that he left them outside gods he was so fucking stupid, and on top of that he couldn't even change his stupid mares horse shoes. He was suppose to make dinner tonight too, but he just can't. He cried, tears rolling down his cheeks rapidly.
Eskel was surprised when Lambert broke down in tears it's been so long since he's seen him this vulnerable and upset, he pulled the younger witcher close to him rubbing his back soothingly. "Hey shh- shh it's okay. It's alright I'm here pup, let it all out." he hushed him whispering sweet nothings in his ear lowly.
Lambert sobbed and trembled, flinching when he was pulled close to Eskel. He buried his face into the older Witchers chest as he sobbed, desperately trying to get some heat from Eskels body.
Eskel continued to rub soothing circles onto Lamberts back trying to warm up the younger witcher he could feel how cold he was. He nuzzled him gently. "The old hen she cackled she cackled on the fence. The old hen she cackled and she ain't cackled since.." he sang softly, Lambert didn't know why but that stupid song always helps to calm him down a bit. He whimpered clinging to the older wolf. "I-i" he stuttered trying to get words out. "I went fishing and I fell into the water trying to get a fucking fish-" he paused letting out a sob. Eskel looked at him cupping his cheeks gently wiping the tears from his cheeks letting him speak he didn't want to rush him. There was no need too.
Lambert shivered and leaned into Eskel's touch when he cupped his cheeks, he whined. "I then went to change my stupid horses shoes and something scared her and she kicked me it hurts so much-" he trembled his voice was shaky, feeling completely and utterly weak at this point.
Eskel frowned at Lamberts words, poor puppy. He always felt sympathetic toward the younger wolf. He kissed him gently, looking over his face."Sorry you had a bad day puppy let me take care of you." he said softly, holding the younger witcher close wrapping the furs around him trying to keep him warm.
Lambert sniffled and trembled, he was starting to calm down listening to Eskel's deep voice. It always put his mind at ease, he kissed him back lovingly feeling a bit better. "I-i hate it here I'm so fucking cold-" he clenched his eyes shut staying close to the older wolf.
Eskel sighed softly, he knew damn well that Lambert hated it here but he had no where else to go. He wouldn't be able to survive the forest in winter and he wouldn't have enough coin to stay in a tavern all winter either. This was his only option, Eskel always tried his best to make Lambert like it here but it was an impossible task that he just gave up on years ago. All he could do now was love the young wolf, if he could make his time in Kaer Morhen a little less awful then that's what he'd do. "I know you do.." he said calmly, he didn't know what else to say. He was good with emotion sometimes, better then Geralt at times but not with this kind of thing.
Lambert stayed close to Eskel he buried his face into his neck taking in his scent of apples, leather and hay. His sobbing had stopped but he still felt horrible, and upset. "Gods-" he chuckled weakly shaking his head. "When did I get so fucking weak-" he said his voice was shaky, he felt stupid.
Eskel frowned at Lamberts words, he didn't think he was weak. He's just had a rough day, he deserves to be taken care of. Lambert was always.. Fragile. He'd never say that to him but it was true he was on some occasions. "Don't say that. Lambert you had a rough day, just calm down.." he said with a huff nuzzling into the younger witcher.
Lambert just scoffed as a response, wiping the tears from his face. They always treated him like glass, that he was going to break if they were too rough. He was already.. Broken. They can't break what's already broken.He just fucking hated that they treated him like a baby, although he was acting like one now. Crying, like a weak pup. Like a shivering little boy outside in the cold, he was just a pain in the ass. He wished he didn't come back here. It was fucking pointless.
He stayed silent and Eskel stayed by his side holding the younger witcher close to him rubbing his back soothingly and humming a soft tune. Lambert was starting to fall asleep against Eskel's chest until he heard the sound of distant foot steps. He glanced to the door looking sleepy and he was greeted by Geralt who hesitantly peeked his head through the door. "Is everything all right in there?" Geralt asked softly, Eskel glanced up to him and nodded. "Yeah, we're good." he replied glancing down to Lambert who was now too tired to say anything.
Geralt slowly walked in and took a place next to them in the bed, he was worried since Eskel has been gone for well over an hour and he just wanted to make sure things were alright.
Lambert slowly fell asleep clinging to Eskel as he drifted into sleep breathing slowly. He was so tired, he felt safe when he was cuddling Eskel he didn't know what it was about him but he always felt safe when he was with him. Geralt smirked noticing that Lambert had fallen asleep poor puppy, tired after a long day. He gently placed a kiss on his temple before laying down next to them.
Eskel smiled softly when Geralt kissed Lambert goodnight nothing made him happier then to see the two people that he loved more then anything get along, "Goodnight Lamb.." he said softly, ever so slowly laying down with the young wolf cuddling him and Geralt as he drifted off to sleep.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.