This...
That was possibly the most images I have seen posted in such a short time, you've gone into Triss overdrive Kita!
Her shoulders are looking a little dislocated :<
Ahaha Geralt's animations are too wide for her.
Hahahaha! That's taking broad shoulders to a whole new level...
Triss and Geralt in Kovir FAN FICTION Part 1 & 2
About the Author: If you are reading this than like me, you are a fan of the Witcher verse. As an avid reader who read Sapkowski books I have always wonder about Geralt and Triss relationship with the hope that they would somehow be together. Without getting into personal reasons, I have always concluded that Geralt and Triss were well suited for each other hence my dream to see them united at some point. CD Projeckt Red made that dream a reality by developing a beautiful relationship between both characters in the Witcher Series ending with their departure ton Kovir.
After the release of the Witcher III, it was apparent that CDPR had somehow strayed from the character development they had set out to create. After playing the Wild Hunt in its original form, I decide to take my ideas to paper. After many trials, feedback and assistant from fellow Witcher and Triss fans, my work in progress is below.
This quote is for all the Triss lovers in the house:
“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
Robert Fulghum
Remember:
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
Pablo Picasso
PART ONE Updated
Robert Fulghum
Remember:
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
Pablo Picasso
PART ONE Updated
Kovir Chapter I
Their journey had come full circle, a lovely Fox and a White Wolf. It feels like so many years ago, despite their past; the experiences they shared good and bad had only strengthened their bonds. On many occasions when he knew she had misled him, he still could never bring himself to let her go. There is a sense of sorrow when she is far and a sense of joy when she is near, never more apparent than their reunion in Novigrad so many years ago. Something drew the Wolf closer to the Fox, was it love or lust I cannot say but, but what he feel for her can be compare to nothing felt before or since. Call it love or lust, it matters not, one was always willing to put my needs of the other above their own.
Geralt staggers into the home he shared with his newly wedded bride, Triss Merigold of Maribor. Gripping his silver sword in one hand with his steel sword slung across his back the Witcher makes his way towards his lover’s lab. It has been days since he last seen her and his hunt did not go according to plan. Fearing the worse he long to see her. It should be impossible for any man to move with such injuries, but the Witcher is no ordinary man. A White Wolf, monster slayer trained in the style of the wolf school, Geralt of Rivia is no ordinary Witcher. There is a lack of style in his steps, his movement erratic. It was obvious the Witcher had sustained injuries during his contract, his blood stained Armor made apparent the severity of his injuries.
Seen through the window attached to his mare Roach, is the trophy from his last contract hunt. A loyal steed always a companion to the Witcher, Roach looks on and whine as if concern for the Witcher. Barely conscious, the Wolf made his way toward Triss's lab, moving by sheer will power, determined to reach his lover. His physical and mental state dulled his other senses making his movement erratic and lacking grace. His pace hasten as he adjusted direction moving towards her familiar scent. He could always distinguish her sweet smell, his heart sank when he realize that the scent emanated from her apron hanging by the door.
“Triss”
Hoping to meet his enchantress whose touch and words always set thing right, the Witcher was overcome with despair, he knew from the sight of her apron hanging by the door. Her duties in Tankreds court meant she was late yet again returning home.
Stumbling, he entered the lab, Geralt collapse on the floor mere feet from where his lovers workstations. He would watch from the common room on many occasions admiring her beauty as she develops her alchemy skills brewing healing potions. Laying in a pool of his own blood the White Wolf allowed his mind to drift back to his first encounter with his Fox. He remembered the feeling of anguish when he learned of her fate at the battle of Sodden Hill. Back then, the White Wolf would not acknowledge his feeling for the Fox, as he was blinded by desire for the raven black hair Sorceress, Yennefer of Vengerberg. He reminisced about what he felt after seeing the Fox alive and well.
Drifting from the past memories to recent adventures, his mind flooded with fond memories of their time together in Novigrad city. Oh yes the Witcher remember those events well, he remembered the conversations they shared and the many plans they made for their future in the Kovirian city of Pont vanis. As it did on the docks of Novigrad overwhelmed by his feelings, Geralt felt a sudden uneasiness; his greatest fear was at this moment possible. As the White Wolf navigates the world between the conscious and unconscious, his mind looped through the bad and good memories he shared with the Red Fox. He relived the horrid scenes of her sacrifice at Kaer Morhen and injuries she sustained during their battle with salamandra, her torture at Loc Muine and the time he almost lost her in Novigrad.
“I wish you were here Triss, I need you”
The White Wolf dreamt about their encounter at the Elven bath and the Rose of Remembrance he gives his enchantress as their love bloomed. He dreamt about the kiss that rekindled their love and lighthouse in Novigrad. Back then, his mind was muddle, his thoughts and feelings were cloak with doubt, but deep down inside he knew the Red Fox felt right. As he slipped deeper into unconsciousness from the loss of blood, he struggled to hold on with what little strength he had. Trying to make sense of everything that had happened up to this point, he reminisces about the deep feelings of love, happiness, and warmth he felt with his Auburn hair Fox. As he lay barely conscious, his mind drifted in thought...
/ "Witchers are suppose to be devoured of all emotional attachments, but an Auburn hair, blue eyes fox had capture and hold my heart. What is that voice? I know that voice. He recognizes the voice from his past, the voice of a swallow saying ever so softly. “You have to hold on for her” /
Time stood still as the Witcher slipped deeper into unconsciousness. His dreams and thoughts were suddenly halted by the sound of someone entering their home. Announcing her frustration with politics and in the courts, the blood trail on the floor went unnoticed because it had blended with the beautiful stain of the wood laden floors.
Announcing her presence in a playful tune, she called out “Witcher I'm home...Geralt stop playing games and come out, I have a surprise for you”
“Lover” she remarked playfully....
Unbeknownst to the Fox, her Witcher accepted a contract a few days ago to track down and rid the southern roads of a Royal Griffin terrorizing weary travelers. Despite his previous injuries and a request from her that he rest until fully healed, Geralt decided to take his last contract of the season before his surprise getaway with the Sorceress. Walking into the common room, she noticed something unusual on the floor. She reached down to take a closer look and immediate recognize the blood on the floors.
“Blood and a lot of it Blood”
Realizing that something was amiss her demeanor change from playful lover to concern wife. She rushed to their back rooms and as she turns the corner, she froze briefly at the sight of her Witcher lying in doorway to her lab covered in his own blood inside.
“Ger…Geralt”
“Please Geralt answer me...wake up, Geralt wake up... please” she cried out to him frantically
“Please wake up Geralt baby... don’t do this to me not again”
Unable to contain her pain she recall the horrid memories of seeing him die in the distant past, and vow never to relive the experience. Moving frantically she use magic to stop his bleeding before removing his armor. She retrieved and enhanced Witcher potion she had brewed day earlier at his request and administer it to the unconscious Witcher. Using magic, she placed him on the table and retrieved the surgery kit she had used on many occasions to tend to the occasional scratch. With the urgency of a loving wife and a skilled healer, she immediately went to work on stitching the wounds on his chest, arms and back. Using her magic, she healed the rest of his wounds. She undressed her Witcher, washes him, and then placed him in their bed to recover.
As the dawn broke, she immediately dispatches a notice to the royal court asking the King for an emergency leave of absence for personal matters. Absent confirmation or approval, she had already planned to nurse her lover back to health never leaving his side for a moment. A week went by as the White Wolf slowly recover with the Auburn Fox spending every moment at his side tending to him as he had done for her in the past. She read ancient Elven legends and love stories to him even though she knew he could not hear or respond to her. She whispered reassurance of her love and affection in his ears and converse jokingly about their plans as newlyweds.
In her brief moments of desperation and sadness, she occasionally spoke aloud...
“Geralt you idiot, I asked you to wait until your injuries were healed before taking on another contract... you could have been killed” said to him
“What were you thinking? What am I suppose to do if without you by my side? How do I explain it to Ciri? How could you risk so much and be so careless?” she whispered softly.
“You have to wake up, I love you Witcher”
“Wake up Geralt I need you” as tears rolled down her cheeks
“There is so much I want to say, so much I want to do with you. I cannot lose you now, you hear me Witcher. After everything we've been through I am not going to lose you, not now,” Said Triss as she rested her head on his chest.
As if answering her calls the White Wolf awoke to the sight of the Red Fox in tears. Like the pain of a thousand knives, seeing her blue eyes in tear was almost unbearable for the Witcher. She had to experience sadness and he was the cause.
“Tri...........ss” he said softly
She immediately responded with word of reassurance… “Geralt, you are ok. Your wounds have healed, but you took longer than expected to wake up, one week to be exact. Your wounds were severe and I feared... “
“I am sorry Triss... I wanted to surprise you.” He said softly
“Surprise me, how?” she replied
“Last contract for the season, Romantic...getaway...let my guard down...fight with Royal Griffin” He said attempting to mask his pain
She kissed him with such passion that the Witcher ignoring the stabs of pain throughout his body grabbed her and returning her kiss. As their lips separated, she whispered, “Shush Geralt don't speak, you know I can't be mad at you. I was afraid I had lost you. We don’t need a getaway, having you here is more than I had hope for Witcher”
“I submitted a request to the King to limit my role in the courts at least temporarily so we could spend more time together. I plan to accompany you on your hunts to protect you, I am not going to lose you to some swamp beast, not after we have come this far.” She said speaking softly
“Triss...I can’t ask…” He protested.
voicing her dissatisfaction she responded… “Don't speak and no I will not reconsider my decision. I cannot afford to lose you Geralt. Your safety is more important than my position in Tankreds courts. If I were to lose you now on a hunt I will have no reason to go one. You cannot expect me to live through that again.”
“Rest Witcher, when your injuries heal I have a lovely surprise for you.” She whisper tenderly
The Witcher realizing he had lost to her charms retreated and motions for her and she placed her head on him... holding her tight he was finally in her loving embrace.
To be Continued
PART TWO Updated
Kovir Chapter II
Recognizing how close he came to losing his life Geralt was hesitant to revisit the ordeal, but he knew he had brought tears to her eye and he had to find a way to ease her fears. He felt and heard her reaction to seeing him on the floor although he could not respond. He experienced her ordeal in all its horror while being unable to comfort her. Whispering her name softly as he pulled his lover closer, they locked gazed and for a moment the Auburn hair Fox and her White Wolf drifted into a world meant for two.
“We never get a break. I thought I had lost you Geralt, I felt so helpless and lost when I saw you wounded and covered in blood” She said softly
Looking into her eyes hoping his words could offer some reassurance he said, “I love you Triss. Your words brought me back from the edge. When I thought all was lost my greatest fear was leaving you with any doubt that you were always the one”
“And I love you Geralt always have, and always will, but you already knew that Witcher. We had to work for our happy-ending and I am not willing to give up without a fight. I give up on use once and it almost cost me everything and brought me nothing but pain” She responded
Wrapped in the warmth of the White Wolf’s arms and exhausted from watching over Geralt day and night for a week, the Auburn hair Fox quickly drifted to sleep. Tightening his grip around his lover as she slept in his powerful arms ad realizing he had found someone truly special the Witcher smile.
As if reliving the horrors of her impending departure on the docks of Novigrad, a sudden uneasiness, and fear grip the Witcher. This was a familiar feeling and he remembers it well. He has never felt such fear and uneasiness on a hunt as monster slaying was his profession. In the past, the thrill of the hunt was enough to keep him focus. Lately however, the White Wolfs desire to return to the Fox was his sole motivation.
“What is this feeling?” He ask himself
The feeling of despair and loss not for himself, but for the woman he loves so dearly. The last time he felt such hopelessness was on the docks of Novigrad when he thought he had lost her forever.
Staring at the sleeping Sorceress and admiring her enchanting beauty, his thoughts were filled with regrets and self-doubt. He regretted missed opportunities they could have shared and the years it took him to realize how important she is to him. He doubted his ability to give her the happiness she deserves.
Since her capture at the hands of the Witcher Letho, Geralt carries the guilt and blame for her torture at Loc Muinne and her treatment at the hands of the Nilfgardians. He bears the blame for being unable to protect her. In his quest to rescue his lover, he had slaughter an entire Nilfgardian encampment. In the end, he was unable to spare her the horrors of a Nilfgardian dungeon.
Geralt had always viewed his lover as an independent and fierce woman. On many occasion she had demonstrated her resolve. Despite mistakes in the past, she had many beautiful and redeeming qualities. She was caring, always placed the needs of others above her own, she was humble, and above all, her love for the Witcher was unconditional. She arranged the mages escape from Novigrad, subjected herself to the witch hunter’s torture to aid him, and later demonstrated her bravery during the battle at Kaer Morhen.
By his side, she experienced his pain, and comforted him when the Witcher Vesemir a fatherly figure to both fell valiantly in battle. She loved the old Witcher and his death was devastating. The old man death reminded Fox that Witchers although strong and powerful in many regards are mortal. Geralt also blames himself for many hardships she endured in Novigrad during their short but difficult breakup.
In truth, despite the hardships and the difficulties she faced, the Sorceress loved the Witcher, and felt an unmeasured sense of safety and security whenever she was with him. By her side, the Witcher was always himself. In his presence, she never had to wear a shield or put up walls.
“Asleep, tired and worn out from caring for me. It has been a week and she still has not left the house or my side. She spends the week caring for me and cleaning up the mess I made. She is always placing the welfare of others above her own. Together we will make our happy-ending Triss, I promise. Maybe it is time I stop taking Witcher contracts and focus my attention on making you happy. I don't want you to experience this again; I don’t want to see those tears.”
Speaking softly Geralt said... “I'm sorry Triss for putting you through this.”
Still sleeping and obviously dreaming of him, she mutters...”Hmm... Be careful Geralt”
“Triss...” He whispered in a low voice
Opening her eyes she replied “Sorry Geralt, I must have fallen asleep...Yes Geralt, anything wrong”
As if overcome with regret and sadness the Witcher gazed at his lover and said, “Forgive me Triss, it took me too long to see you”
“Geralt there is nothing to forgive, we are here, I am your wife, and I love you. Beside I am always patching you up silly. I was afraid Geralt, afraid for us. I love you so much and I cannot imagine my life without you by my side to support me.”
“You never have to imagine such a things, all I want Triss is to be by your side and make you happy,” He said softly
“Just being with you and sharing these moments is enough”
Playfully she remarked “On second thought, I should get my revenge by taking advantage of you. It is no Elven bath but it will do.”
“mmHmm” He responded with a grin
The two lovers disappear under bedspreads for the remainder of the evening. For the first time since his injuries, the Witcher and his lover were able to have a romantic evening, unusual because the two lovers had spend days locked up unable to keep their hand off each other.
The next morning Triss wakes up to her lover whispering softly in her ears. “What do you think about me hanging up my swords for good Triss?” She turned around with those fiery blues eyes to meet his gaze and responded... “Don't be silly Geralt, you are a Witcher and if you are not waist deep in swamps killing drowners or fighting griffins in some remote cave you will turn into a grumpy old man, and we can’t have that can we?” Besides, your services are need around here.”
“I need your Witcher charms,” she said playfully
He paused for a moment and then said… “I’m serious Triss. I love the hunt, but your happiness is more important to me than a Witcher contract.”
“Laying there barely conscious in my own blood I could hear you calling, but could not respond. To think how close I came to losing everything, to losing you.” He said, gazing into her eyes
“I could never ask you to give up being Witcher Geralt; I would support you no matter what. You don't have to hang up your sword; I am willing to resign my position in the courts if needed to accompany you on your hunts.” She replied
“Maybe our next contract should be a Foxy Wolf duo” she said, teasing
“Triss... Now more than ever the King of Kovir needs good advisor like you to be successful in staying of northern aggression. Kovir is a sanctuary for mages and people oppressed in the north. With your help, it can remain that way Triss”
“I know Geralt but you are important to me too and I will not put you second to my work. I am serious Geralt, I want to be at your side and protect you on your hunt. Besides, we might find ourselves in another Elven bathhouse.”
Playfully the White Wolf and the Auburn hair Fox spend their time conversing about past adventures.
“Remember the last time we were in an Elven bathhouse together Geralt?”
“How could I forget, I give you a Rose of Remembrance back then too.” He said smiling
“I wasn’t referring to the rose Geralt,” She said
“I know what you meant Triss; I would love nothing more than to have you with me...at the Elven bathhouse.”
“Then its settled Witcher, the next hunt will be a duet”
“Agree, until you become tired of the hunt or my company. I will stick to local contracts and if anything big comes up we will handle it together.”
“Not in this life, I love everything about your company Geralt. Now that you are healed and well I have something for you. It’s not part of your surprise, just a gift.”
“What did I do to deserve a gift?” He said playfully
“You got hurt on your hunt, so I had the smith forge two silver daggers as protection should you ever find yourself absent your trusty silver sword.”
“Thank you Triss, I will never part with these”
Added he last three lines as credit to @MissMerigold , Love the silver dagger gift from Triss in your story so I added a second for good measure. :innocent: Also edited my part one to show Auburn hair and blue eyes it seems people love the look.
I’m not one for canon because, Triss is loved, but I give the fans what they request.
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You always knows how to make us happy with those art works. NICE keep posting.
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Disguise!8)
Congratulate me, I spent the whole night with Triss!
Okay guys,I finished the quest Pyres Novigrad,made gifs and screenshots!
It would be nice! I'm going to little sleep,it took me an awful lot of effort,as soon as I wake up, I will lay out post,it seems to me a very big post!
Because the quest Pyres of Novigrad is not short!
:sleeping::sleeping:I
Congratulate me, I spent the whole night with Triss!
Okay guys,I finished the quest Pyres Novigrad,made gifs and screenshots!
It would be nice! I'm going to little sleep,it took me an awful lot of effort,as soon as I wake up, I will lay out post,it seems to me a very big post!
Because the quest Pyres of Novigrad is not short!
:sleeping::sleeping:I
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Well I almost succeeded in adding the dlc hair to the normal outfit, there is one small glitch and that's the mesh that normally hold her hair buns (the hairbands...) they are still there and are glitchy because they aren't part of the skeletal tree of the dlc hair... As soon as I figure out what mesh they belong to I can either delete the mesh or try to remove it properly from the entity files...
Soon... maybe..
Soon... maybe..
Well I almost succeeded in adding the dlc hair to the normal outfit, there is one small glitch and that's the mesh that normally hold her hair buns (the hairbands...) they are still there and are glitchy because they aren't part of the skeletal tree of the dlc hair... As soon as I figure out what mesh they belong to I can either delete the mesh or try to remove it properly from the entity files...
Soon... maybe..
You're the best, soon.. maybe.. q:
I'm so sorry for this, but I had to try it, you know; for science.
No RED point for you
opo: :lol:
old fan-art, from what i remember nobody post it here yet
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Call Radovid- I need my eyes scooped out!
Actually, if someone can re-color it, using Yen's, Keira's, or Priscilla's hair mesh for a mod wouldn't be a bad idea. What other characters might have suitable hair meshes? Marie-Louisa La Valette might work, or the herbalist Tomira.
Yeah, that was my initial thought, but then I saw this abomination and I instantly regretted my actions.