Lambert rolled onto his side, feeling far too warm beneath the covers. Pulling the fabric away, he glanced over to see Keira, wrapped up in the blankets, shivering as she slept.
The Witcher felt an odd tinge in his heart, one he hadn't felt in decades, as he looked over at his companion.
Or was she his lover? Partner?
He didn't know. They hadn't given what they were a title... Not that it mattered to either of them.
Keira was a sorceress. She would never age beyond her physical years. Hell, he was pretty sure she wouldn't die either, unless she was killed by the Witch Hunters or someone with a means to kill a mage.
But him? He would eventually grow old and die. Or die on the Path, killed by some monster or another. Impaled by a human, perhaps... Just like Geralt had been.
That thought alone made him think of what Keira would do. Would she try to heal him like Yennefer had done to Geralt? Would she move on with her life and forget about him? Would he be just another sword stuck in the cliffs of Kaer Morhen?
He didn't know... Couldn't bring himself to think on it further as he looked down at Keira, her teeth beginning to chatter from her cold state, her body curling tighter around itself to keep warm.
He stood from his place in bed and walked around, sitting down beside Keira with a huff, shifting the blankets and laying down beside her, his body immediately curling around hers.
With his arms wrapped around her body, he pulled her against his chest, feeling her shivering slowly begin to subside.
He caught a whiff of her hair, inhaling the scent deeply, smiling at the hints of strawberry and tea leaf that lingered in his nose. She always did take special care of her appearance and how she presented herself to the Continent.
But here? In this space she shared with Lambert? She allowed her mask to fall, her walls to come down, and her body to relax, even if just by a fraction.
He rubbed his hand over her arm, trying to warm her further, and she snuggled deeper into the pillows, her back pressing tightly against his chest, seeking the warmth of his body as she slept.
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck, drawing a breath from her as she settled more, her shoulders relaxing a margin as her hands relinquished their white-knuckle grip on the blankets.
He wrapped his arm back around her waist, keeping her close to his body, as he relaxed his own breathing, pulling the blanket back on to keep his body warm, much to his dismay.
But seeing her so relaxed as she sought the warmth of his body made him feel less like complaining. It was adorable to see her so relaxed by his presence, even if she was just asleep.
Until she rolled over to face him, pressing her forehead against his bare chest, a soft muttering of 'thank you' leaving her lips as she drifted on the cusp of sleep and consciousness.
He smiled, settling back into the pillows, as sleep claimed him once more, his hold on her never releasing.
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Yennefer of Vengerberg performing top surgery because she understands that it’s necessary health care, Kiera Metz performing top surgery because a spell she’s trying to work through requires a ‘pound of human flesh’ and hey, if they’re offering
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Keira Metz
I really like this one, the henna was truly what inspired me, and yet it's the very last thing I've painted ˆˆ.
you're getting it first because it's too long to fit on instagram , so they'll have to wait x).
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