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Loving, Living, and Forgiving, The Witchers Way.	By : J915WinterKing Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 6787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Jealousy, violence, hurt/comfort, love, war... Everything, starts during the Threesome quest, but definitely doesn't end there! Also, any character that I did not create for this story DOES NOT belong to me, they belong to CDPR.

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So now that I have been thinking about this whole "Finishing the rest of the Witcher 3 story line," the more I realize that it would be pretty boring if I went into detail and all that crap, since if you're like me then you've beat the Witcher 3, four times... So, to make it better, these next few chapters will not necessarily be short, just really juicy, so that we can then get past these last few crucial quests and move onto the BEST parts of the story that I have planned... Sound good? Thank you all SO MUCH for the continued support! All readers, another plea from me, please review! Fanfiction-dot-net allows you to leave one review per chapter! It's crucial for me as the author to know how my readers think of my writing, to me it's like turning in an essay for school... Then getting it back the next day ungraded, so I turn it in again, and the teacher gives it back to me again, ungraded... With no critique or reasoning.
Anyway, this chapter should be very entertaining, it's also VERY important, unveils a TON of information about Triss's past, lore and my own works.
Oh, fun fact, Sapkowski doesn't own the Witcher anymore, he sold the patent to CDPR for an amount equivalent to about 10K dollars. So I had to change my credits, the characters in this story that are not created by me belong to CDPR. This is just me being obsessed with the Witcher and loving every second of it.
Chapter 9- Reminiscing (Big time).
2nd person POV, time skip: half a day, current time: Middle of the night.
Geralt awoke during the night, he could tell that it wasn't morning because of how dark it was in his room, he also noticed that the usual warm body he knew oh so well... Was not next to him, Geralt, being a little bit concerned, started to worry.
That is until he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed.
Triss was sitting there, on the edge of the bed, in the moonlight with just her undergarments to accentuate her pride worthy and sinful feminine curves. She had her hair down, and It cascaded down her bare shoulders, moonlight reflecting off in beautiful beams, making it the color of flames.
She looked gorgeous, she looked the true goddess she was.
He noticed she was looking down, she had her staff in her lap, and she was carefully wiping it with a cloth, like a witcher polishing his blades.
"Triss?" He asked her, groggy.
She stopped, and looked back at him.
She smiled, "You're up early."
"Pfft, look who's talking."
"Fine, you got me."
"Hmm, polishing your staff, just like a witcher."
She giggled in pride, "Well, when you've spent as much time around witchers, one in particular, as I have, you start to pick up some habits."
He chuckled, then he said: "I can't believe I didn't think to ask sooner, but I take it that staff is very important to you? More than theirs would be to other mages."
She sighed in content, "Yes, you're right, it does indeed... Would you like to hear the story?"
"Of course, I am curious, and I always love to hear your voice."
giggles.* She smiled widely.
"My, you're sweet."
"Only for you."
"Ahem, now, where do I start? Ah yes, the staff, the reason it is so special to me is because it is the only real memory I have of my father... My parents didn't hate me like the rumors about Sorceresses claim, girls with the talent to channel the natural chaos were found and brought, often disowned afterward, but that wasn't the case for me. My parents weren't mages, or anyone else in my lineage as far as I know, I didn't turn out this powerful because I was born with the gene, not like Fringilla..." (A/N Fringilla VIGO, niece of Artorious Vigo, the mage that made the Land of a Thousand Fables, yeah.) She spat the name with venom, Geralt raised an eyebrow at that but decided it best not to ask.
"Or like Rita, or even Francesca, but she was disowned. Anyway, I just kept my last name with me, not because I wanted the fame for being the daughter or niece of a famous mage, but just because I loved my family..." She smiled, "I earned the fame on my own."
"That's a fact." Geralt stated.
"Believe me, I didn't burn my own hair and eyebrows off to become the fourteenth of the hill, or knowingly jump into the fire that was Novigrad to have the chance to rescue the mages, pfft, fame... I earned it, for doing the right thing, what did Yennefer do to earn her fame? She's famous for being your lover, and for being widely hated."
"Yeah, and she wasn't even a good one..." Geralt pointed out. "You survived Sodden because you were meant for great things, just like Ciri, and because Triss Merigold cannot be killed nearly as easy as that."
She set her staff on the end of the bed and crawled over to kiss him. "Thank you."
"In Novigrad, when I was helping you escape with the mages, you told me it wasn't about numbers... If it wasn't, then you wouldn't have risked everything to save Annise and Berthold. But you did, because you knew they didn't deserve to die."
Triss was almost crying now.
"Thank you Geralt, you're so kind."
She hugged him and they held each other for a few moments.
"Now, back to the story. So about a month before I went to Aretuza, my father gave me a hand carved walking stick that he had made for an iron wood tree. It must have taken him hours to carve it, as you might have guessed that's where I got my staff. You see it wasn't a mages staff back then, but when I got to Aretuza I carried it everywhere with me, I was the only girl, or mage in training, to already have a staff, it was fun seeing their jealous eyes, I was bound for success. Afterwards, I took the staff to a master woodworker, he had it inlaid with a magical gem at the top and the master craftsmen down the street had it secured. For a hefty fee of course... When I graduated I used enchantments to make it virtually indestructible."
"I feel there's more to it than that."
"Yes, the enchanments I used right out of school weren't the most advanced ones in the world, so it wasn't indestructible yet... Proved true when a group of bandits ambushed me at night in the forest..."
Geralt's face looked worried.
"I wasn't very experienced back then, and I would have died that night if not for a witcher walking by that saved my life. Cliche story I know..."
"Just a bit."
"Anyway, you know who the witcher was?"
"Not a clue, unlike you sorceresses we witchers don't all know each other."
"Who told you that nonsense?
Geralt facepalmed.
"You did."
"Oh... Well, I must have been drunk."
They had a good laugh at that.
"Haha, who was the witcher? More importantly, what school?"
"It was Lambert." She said, not making a drama about it.
Geralt looked surprised.
"But he never..."
"Back then I didn't know who he was, that was easily 10 years before I met you, even longer before I met the other witchers of Kaer Morhen, and he most definitely didn't know who I was, I suspect he either never made the connection or decided not to talk about it... Especially after..." she stopped.
"After what?"
"I probably shouldn't tell you."
"Why is that?"
Sigh* "Because you won't be happy."
"Hit me."
She sighed heavily, "Fine, don't get all upset though."
"This happened like 20 years ago, it's all irrelevant to you and me now anyways."
"You're right, I was going to say: "Especially after you and me became lovers. Or more accurately, when you and me became romantically involved at Kaer Morhen. Honestly, now that I think about he must have turned pale the first time he saw you and me kiss... And that's because when he came to my rescue that night, as you can imagine he didn't ask for anything in return, just gave a smart ass comment like: "bad idea to wonder the woods alone at night, archmistress."
"That the name he used for you before he knew your last name?"
"You bet!" She replied, sounding like it was obvious, which knowing Lambert it was obvious.
"Yep, sounds like Lambert..." Geralt replied.
"I made a limerick on him, wanna hear it?"
"Of course, I am curious, and I always love to hear your voice." She mocked.
"Pfft, copycat."
"Meeeeeeoooooow," she purred lustfully and seductively into his ear.
"Careful now, keep doing that and we'll never get done reminiscing..." He replied.
She giggled, "Sounds fun, but fine, tell me this limerick on Lambert, it must be good, and I can finally prove my theory that witchers write poetry."
"Lambert, Lambert, what a prick."
She looked unimpressed for a second, then erupted in laughter, she fell back onto the bed laughing hard. Which honestly, especially with the significant lack of clothing she had on, was a pretty tempting sight, as you can imagine.
"She probably wants me to be thinking this, yeah..." He thought to himself, knowing. He did have some idea of how much she loved his eyes on her.
When she finally calmed down, she was still panting heavily from the laughter.
"Wow, ooooooh, damn that was funny. Wasn't anywhere near the best I've ever heard, but it was just too good." She started giggling again.
"I knew you'd like it." He replied to her.
She look up at him, she could tell even in the faint light that his eyes were dark, he could see in the dark a lot better than her, with his witcher eyes...
He licked his lips.
She knew what or who he was looking at. So she lay all the way down again, put her arms together above her head, then tilted her head to the right a bit to expose her neck.
She cooed, "prrrr, like what you see?" Her voice coated with so much seduction he could taste it.
"Grrrr... Triss." He hissed.
"What? I just wanna have some fuuuuuuuunn!" she dragged out the last word.
"Tell me the rest of your story first, please..."
She huffed, then she hopped up into a criss-cross position
"Anyways, I insisted I give him something in return, he saved my ass, he didn't have to... "Witchers never lift a finger to help without pay," after all."
"You know that's not true." He said lecturing.
"Of course I do now, I didn't back then, but it wasn't relevant to that situation either. I've never met a Witcher from another school other than the wolf, that was good. For example, Letho comes to mind."
"Ugh..."
"I saw the entire thing, your entire battle with him."
"Oh great... I told you to wait at the gate!"
"Pfft, since when have I ever listened to you?" She mocked.
"The entire time we've known each other comes to mind..."
She blushed, "That's different. This was about saving your life if something went wrong."
"Triss, that's all sweet and all, but that command was different too, it was about protecting you should anything happen to me. No offense to you, but I talked to Cedric as he lay dying in the forest, and he told me how Letho caught you off guard, defenseless, that's how I lost you... And look at the disaster that followed, the pain and suffering you went through, that I went through, that the mages went through."
He was probably a bit too harsh, and now she's angry.
But he was too, and he just glared at her with an even more intense glare, and she knew he was right.
"You're right, really, I went to SÏle's room that day knowing that it was risky and that I could get myself deep into something I didn't want or need to be in, but to me getting answers and information was more important, I was foolish. The Lodge was behind those assassinations Geralt, just like I told you... But by then it was far too late. Phillipa and SÏle ran the whole thing, they made me choose between you or the Lodge because they couldn't afford for you to know, and in that room, in SÏle's room at the inn... Was when I realized that I should have told you long ago, but it was too late by then, far too late. I should have informed you and Foltest, betrayed the Lodge." She was crying now. Geralt pulled her into a hug, held her tight, and rubbed her back to soothe her.
"It's all my fault..." She was sobbing loudly. "If I had just, for once, done the right thing instead of following the corrupt orders of the Lodge. Then none of it would have ever happened, my king would never have been assassinated, I would still be the mage advisor, you wouldn't have been blamed for Foltest's death and tortured in prison... Loc Muinne never would have happened, I'd have never been captured and held prisoner, you did it out of love but you'd never have had to fight through hell to save me, and it's ALL..."
"Triss, stop, please. It's pointless to bash ourselves about every little thing we could have done differently back then, there would have been consequences to feel bad about no matter what we did, don't blame yourself for it. I don't, I already told you that I don't blame you for anything that's happened to me, and I didn't go through hell to save you because I... how did you put it? "Had to?" No, I did it because I love you, Triss, not because I was forced to, or because I was paid to... No, I did it because of my love for you, and the love you showed me, the love we share. I didn't need any other reasons, I love you, Triss, and I cannot and will not allow myself to lose you again, I'd be broken.
She sniffled then sat up and looked back at him after a moment...
"You really love me that much?" She asked him.
"No, I love you much more than that." Is all he said, and she leapt at him to hug him, happy tears streaming down her face.
They held each other like that for a while, he knew she was extremely vulnerable at that moment... She wasn't afraid to show her vulnerability to him, open up her heart.
"And you are the mage advisor, Triss."
She looked at him, and asked: "What?" The position itself couldn't matter less at that moment to her, but she was just genuinely confused, and hurting.
"To Kovir." He reminded her. The smile that appeared on her face broke through her sadness like a knife through butter.
She beamed, "You really care, still? I thought after what happened... You wouldn't want to go anymore." She said with a sad look.
"Of course I still care, I can't wait to go to Kovir, with you."
"And besides, I've plenty had my fill of Novigrad and Velen for a lifetime, Kovir sounds like paradise..."
She actually giggled at that, "I couldn't agree more, this continent sucks."
"But not nearly as good as you..." He teased with a wicked grin.
She shot up so fast she had to have gotten whiplash, not only her cheeks but her entire neck, up to her ears, and down to her shoulders blushed so hard he doubted the rest of her body had any blood in it.
"Geralt!" She exclaimed, incredulous.
"What?" He replied, stilll smirking like he had just cracked the best joke ever.
"When did you become so vulgar?" She asked, almost like she was thinking aloud.
He just chuckled.
"Well, I think you know I'd never say anything like that in public, but we're alone... It's way past midnight, and I just had to get that sad look off your gorgeous face."
She hummed in agreement.
"It worked didn't it?"
She nodded, reluctantly, still blushing furiously.
"And, it was completely accurate." Her face tried to blush harder than it already was, impossible though...
She was silent for a few moments, then Geralt broke it by asking:
"Triss?"
"Hmm?" She squeaked.
"uhhhhmmm, you're looking pretty red there... Everything ok?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and some seduction.
"AHH! Shut up! It's too much, just shut up and kiss me."
She hopped up further on his chest, making him grunt, then slammed her lips down on his. He kissed back hungrily, his hands reaching around to knead her ass.
"mmhmm," she moaned into his mouth, her hips starting to move in pleasure, trying to get friction.
She was sucking his lips as hard as a vampire.
He pried her off of him, with reluctance.
"Triss, quick, tell me the rest about Lambert. Then we can have our fun."
She sighed, smirked, then picked up the story:
"Okay, where was I? The part about him not asking for anything in return?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, so he didn't ask for anything in return, but I insisted that I pay him back, which of course I had nothing, and I wasn't gonna give him my staff, so I had literally nothing to give him in thanks... Except one thing."
"Please... Please tell me you didn't..." His voice was laced with horror.
"If I told you that, I would be lying... It's demoralizing to think about now that we're together, and that's I think the reason he is so obnoxious and annoying to me... Because he was jealous, of you. Which is hilarious, because it's exactly how I was feeling, of Yennefer back then."
"In the morning I awoke and he was already gone, there was a finely scribbled note that said simply:
"Merigold- I'm back to the path, perhaps fate will cross our paths again, who knows... Just keep yours clear of dark forest:)
PS- Thank you.
PSPS: It's NOT a payment I'm a smart ass, not a boor. It's so that should bandits try and rob you again maybe they'll leave you alone... Oh, and whatever you do, DON'T drop the ball on your foot, it's a bomb, maybe it'll get you out of a tight spot one day.
-Lambert, Witcher of the School of the Wolf."
"He had left 30 crowns and one grapeshot bomb for me. My opinion of witchers changed after that, and I should I ever meet another, I'd pray for a wolf head. Of course the next witcher I would meet, was you."
"Did you ever talk to him again about that night?"
"No, of course he remembered me, but nothing was ever said between us... He saw how I swooned over you, and decided it wasn't in his interest to try his luck with me now that I wanted you so bad."
"Smart... I must say, talking about that was pretty uncomfortable, but lemme just say that that was 20 years ago, and 10 years before we met, so it's irrelevant, and I got no right to care. Doesn't make me look at you any different, Lambert? Gotta say I dunno if I'll be able to talk to him with a straight face again, especially not with you there... Ugh."
"haha, I can reciprocate completely."
He leaned in to kiss her, hard and she moaned into the kiss. He moved his mouth down her jawline then to her neck, he sucked on that one spot that he knows turns her on like no other...
She was mewling at his sucking, getting very aroused.
Then, when Geralt knew exactly where it had the most effect on her... He bit down.
"AHHHH!" she screamed, the pain and pleasure was numbing.
"You. Are. Mine." She growled possesively, which made her lust flare.
"Ahhhhh, yes, MARK ME! Geralt, I'm yours!" She screamed to him.
He leaned back to admire his mark on her neck, it was plenty visible, just how he wanted it.
"Haha, yes you are." He mumbled to her. Then gave her a passionate kiss.
"Anyway, I know how jealous you were, and I'm deeply regretful of why..."
"Shhh, you're not the brightest star in the sky, I've accepted that."
"Gee, thanks."
"We just gonna chat about every person we've slept with till morning dawns? Or talk about something less sensitive?"
"Well, there was this one girl..."
"Gearlt," Triss hissed dangerously.
"Fine, fine, it was your idea."
"Sarcasm."
"ahhh yes, my favorite."
"Oh I know."
"Anyways, tell me how the Lambert story has anything to do with your staff?"
"OH! I forgot, dang... The way it tied in, was that I used my staff as a quarterstaff that day, and still do to this day, and one of the bandits gave my pretty nice deep nick in the shaft with their sword, it's still there."
"Mmmmm, shafts."
"Juvenile..."
"Wait, do you think of Lambert every time you see the sword nick?" He asked incredulously.
"NO! Of course not, it's a reminder that I always have a way to fight back, and that I'll never be defenseless, remind myself that I will never be that frightened little girl from a dark Maribor tower, ever again."
"I've always loved that about you, Triss. Never afraid to fight outside the walls, never hiding." She nodded in pride, proud that he though so highly of her, he was a witcher after all... Heavy praise coming from him.
"Lambert made a comment about jumping out of a lovers window when we were drunk at Kaer Morhen, I think he was talking about leaving during the night, with you." He hissed the last part, not pleased.
"Hmm, maybe... That day was also the day I realized that if I was going to be that brave girl I wanted to be, to fight... That I needed a true weapon, and an iron wood stick with a diamond wasn't gonna cut it. Sure I could enchant it to kill, but I wanted more."
He raised his eyebrow, knowing what she was talking about.
"Yes, I went to the greatest smith and craftsman I could find, actually to Dol Blathanna... I made a detailed diagram picture of what I wanted done, and told him I could pay."
She raised her hand and her staff materialized as if it was there the whole time, just invisible.
"Instead of wasting words I should just show and tell," She pointed to the head, where the diamond was, held there by a strong reinforced meteorite steel.
"First I had him take off the diamond, and to be extremely careful with it. Then I showed him what I wanted done, I wanted an 8 inch dark steel boot placed on the bottom of the staff." She gestured to the bottom, where there it was.
"I told him that I wanted it to have two openings, and be able to extend and retract steel prongs, and then also have a sharp steel blade as well, and silver of course..."
"Of course," Geralt said, he made it sounded so obvious, as if to say -"Yes, you need air to breathe."
She pointed to the book and her hands lit up red, and the prongs extended out again, locking into place, they were sharp and looked very durable.
"That's quite impressive, I've never seen anything like that."
"Haha, I know, and what's more is that I've practiced with myself for hours to be able to throw it like a javelin, accurately."
"As you saw when I fought Yen,"
"Yes, I saw, was quite impressed with that as well."
"Just wait, it gets better."
With that her hands lit up again and the prongs snapped back into the shaft like they were never there, everything went back into place, seamlessly... When they pop out, the metal doors, if you will, open to allow them to pop out... What the doors do is then lock into place out of the way, and somehow stay there, with magic most likely.
"Wow, what a beautiful mechanism."
Her hands lit up red again, and a large spear tip shot out of the frame, locking into place, it was of course big enough to not look dwarfed by the staff, and was perfect.
It was a javelin, spear, with a diamond on the other end...
"It also does this..." She said.
"Now that takes the cake."
Her hands glew red again and the prongs popped back out, everything locking into place to form a seemingly one-piece bladed fork almost.
"Damn, whoever made this needs to be visited by me... If he can make this, I'd drool at the sight of his crafted swords. Maybe Francesca could get me a discount..."
laughter* She made all the weapons retract and told him that the inside of the staff was hollowed out and replaced with meteorite steel core. Allowing the boot to not only be perfectly secured, but also allow her to channel magic more precisely. Everything was secured with magic enchantments so that it would never come apart by jarring.
"That is a perfect weapon for you, Triss, beautiful."
"Thank you, and I agree, my dad might be unimpressed at what I've turned his gift into, but it certainly still holds the same meaning, and even more now."
"It sure does, well done, have you had to use it often?"
"Fortunately no, only once or twice in the past year, I didn't use it at all when I was helping you regain your memories, at least I didn't use the blades."
"I remember, I never saw em."
"Geralt, all this talking has made me seriously tired, I think it's time we go back to bed..."
"I wholeheartedly agree." And with that, the lovers drifted off into sleep, cuddled into each other tightly.
A/N Ugh, this chapter was longer than I thought it would be... I hope this cleared up some confusion about Triss's past in this story, and her staff. I am really interested in hearing what you have to say about how I made her past, and her story? Is it good? I honestly don't know, I like it, so yeah.
Till next time, read and REVIEW! Foreshadow to next chapters: Lemons and Yennefer (No, not together...)
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