#witcher biker au au
This project was my mistress while writing The Biker and the Songbird and it is finally done! But summaries and tags are tricky creatures so until I get them wrangled I thought I’d share some snippets.
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Geralt knows he wasn’t entirely successful in schooling his features when Triss leans against the bar, a smile he knows to be nervous at. “So, Blue Eyes gracing us tonight?”
Marx looks to her, lip curling before he can shift it into a shrug, “Broke up with him.” His mouth twists as though he means to say more but remembers Geralt and thinks better of it. Without so much as a thanks he plucks his drink from the bar and saunters off.
“Careful, you almost had an expression there,” Triss teases Geralt before she turns and starts refilling her tray.
But that’s the problem, Geralt can’t have an expression, not over Jaskier. There were lines Geralt refused to cross, ones that he toed as the White Wolf but never crossed and this was one of them.
