Constantly obsessed with the concept of a man forced to be a myth. What do you do when every step you take is embedded into the text. Every word you say prose to read. You're part of something bigger than yourself. The narrative tugs you along like water currents. There is no time to rest, to be human. You must be great, you must be legend
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❝ course i'm worried . [ … ] it's their rules or be damned with you . no more outlaws . no more killers . now it's us bein' hunted . they ain't stoppin' . we went and made our choices a long time ago , so . i guess we gotta pay for our sins . ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ independent , selective , private .
𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 from rockstar's 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ➁ .
a study in ː the reclamation of the self , preservation of the moral code in sedition , and the perpetuation of circumstantial change .
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show!regis
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do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It
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tw3 was my most played game this year, of course, but anyways the way this is a jab at the show is hilarious to me
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i am a monster fucker, monster kisser, monster lover, monster cuddler, monster protector, monster hugger, monster romancer, monster admirer, monster devotee, monster supporter
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i totally forgot this was on queue since at least june . anyways, once again, happy geralt and yennefer death day <3
happy geralt and yennefer death day <3
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happy geralt and yennefer death day <3
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THE WITCHER 3: Wild Hunt (2015)
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Witcher 3 update soon!! 🗡️🗡️
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he had not expected to find anyone else settled in the miniature clearing . off the beaten path , such a place was difficult to reach by foot . in fact , the only reason he was here was because he’d had to venture from the travelled path in search of a bounty which , as it happened , had not happened to be around anymore . it was still alive , its scent faint , but had moved on long past . even several days ago , he would venture .
but when he’d reached this little clearing and spotted her , he paused by a large tree and ended up observing her for perhaps longer than he should have . she didn’t seem a stranger of the forest in scent , though perhaps moreso in looks . she was no witcher , that much was clear in her eyes and clothing . neither did she seem as if she couldn’t handle herself out here . then again geralt could be terrible at first impressions sometimes .
@wolfvirago . ‘ don’t look at me like that . ’
in silence , the witcher watched her for a few more seconds . finally , he moved , stepping carefully onto less crowded footing . he didn’t come too close . ❛ not looking at you like anything . ❜
𐎟܆᭝゜ random dialogue 2.0 ! 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .
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@vairuler . ‘ you can’t get rid of me that easy . ’
he squatted at the edge of the precipice , glancing down the several-story drop to the bottom of the dilapidated tower . or he was looking down . now , he looked at her . she cut a scathing figure , unsettling in the calm way that she watched him . oddly enough , he felt that he was in more danger from being around her than he ever would be if he were to step off of the floor and fall into the abyss below . it irritated him slightly to know that he could very well not have the upper hand in this situation . this strange environment was already a blow enough to his certainty . he needed no taunts to strike it down any more .
feeling unnerved , the witcher drew away from the edge , practically crawling on all fours in much the way a wild animal might , then pushing himself to his feet again . to make himself larger . to dispel his nerves as best he could . his gaze did not leave her . ❛ not exactly good news to me , ❜ he said , measuring every syllable carefully . ❛ you look like someone who’s going to cause me some trouble . ❜
𐎟܆᭝゜ random dialogue 2.0 ! 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 .
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❛ that i need to anticipate how much you’re going to slow me down is already far too much effort than i should afford otherwise . should you get on my last nerve tomorrow morning , i won’t let you forget it , and will make your life a living hell . all the better if you end up hungover . ❜ geralt wasn’t about to admit outwardly , but dandelion did know him . and pretty damn well , at that , to know relatively accurately that he would have already considered what time he should rise , when he should come out for breakfast , and what the longest amount of time it might take for him to find dandelion . the village was small , which meant he would only need perhaps a half of an hour , if that . the troubadour wouldn’t be difficult to drag out if it came to it though the witcher doubted it would . for all his determination , dandelion was not the type to defy him in anything but the occasional harsh word . geralt was the same right back .
that , or he’d find dandelion running from a house at the break of dawn in nothing but his knickers and his lute strung across his shoulder . which seemed more likely , the more he thought about it .
still , geralt aimed a glower at dandelion , which quickly dissipated again for something more relaxed . the food was brought not moments later , and he busied himself with a quick bite . he really was rather hungry . it had become rather a superpower that he could ignore his hunger until he found something to eat .
❛ regardless , ❜ he muttered after swallowing down his bite , ❛ if you should not find someone else’s bed open to you , you’ll know which room we have . ❜ he would rather have locked the door but neither was he a heavy sleeper when he had one ear out . ❛ and i expect that you won’t wake me up on the way in , please , or else you’ll be asleep for longer than the rest of the night and come to your senses when we’re in the next province over . ❜
Dandelion, naturally, takes some secret pride in Geralt's actions. They speak far louder than his overly doubtful words; Geralt, he knows, would not spare his own hard-earned coin to feed and room just anyone. Dandelion rather likes the thought that he may very well be the only person in the world with such a consistent privilege. Admittedly, the inverse is also true: he can't think of a single person he's so consistently paid for other than Geralt, and so he gains nothing overall from Geralt's generosity except for the satisfaction of knowing he is its most constant benefactor.
"Yes, yes, alright. I've heard and understood your demands." The troubador brushes his concerns off leisurely, having already settled his lute in his arms and begun to quietly tune the instrument within seconds of sitting down at the table. As in every other village the two of them had stopped in, it was inevitable that Dandelion would attempt to find an opportunity to perform before the night reached its end. "Really, Geralt, you have nothing to worry about. In all likelihood I'll have no choice but to be awake and on the move early in the morning regardless of whether or not you come knocking."
He smiles at Geralt, though the expression borders on a smirk. Really, it isn't as though Dandelion intentionally seeks out the dangerous sort of partner that might get him chased out of town by some scorned lover---it's only that those who are bored of their current arrangements end up being the quickest to agree to a brief change to their usual routines.
He idly plucks a string he has yet to tune, face souring at the discordant note that resounds a little too loudly in their corner of the room.
"Whatever the case, I won't slow you down. Would you like to know why?" Dandelion looks up at Geralt again, taking on an air of strange satisfaction. "Because you've probably already considered my morning habits. You took them into consideration before we even arrived here, and you understand exactly how long it may take me to rouse myself and get going, in the worst possible scenario. If you already know all that, I couldn't slow you down more than you're already anticipating."
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❛ ugh . ❜ for as much as he was quite proud of the young and independent woman that she had become , he rather hated when her independence was turned on him . a betrayal of the highest degree , he thought , that she thought she knew better than him when it came to his sleep ! he considered himself vastly more experienced , with his nine decades , than a young woman who knew not even three . seventy years of being on the path he should like to know his body far better , and know how far he could push himself before he reached the limit . besides , he had travelled with himself all his life , while ciri had come and gone , and observed him only in increments of time , during which either she was too young or had not enough time at all to learn how he worked .
with a glint in his eye , he shot her and her horse a look of pure , exhausted humour . beside him , roach tossed her head to the side , dipping it as though in sick agreement with ciri . which was not amusing at all to the old witcher , whose hand rose to pat firmly at her neck , before he , too , climbed up onto his saddle , adjusting himself so that he would find it harder to shut his eyes along the ride there . that would surely give ciri a reason to brag .
❛ is that worry i hear in your voice , or are you so eager to prove that you’re capable of handling yourself that you’ve decided to put that on me ? ❜ of course he was tired . and he would certainly like a rest in the nearest town . if he had his way , he would sleep for a day and a night . though ciri was certainly a headstrong woman , he appreciated her worry . even if he did shake his head for her to see , tug gently at the reins , and circle around to bring roach next to baroness at a steady walk . ❛ maybe i am a little tired . can handle myself fine even when i am , though . since it seems you need reminded . ❜
𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽, and routine has settled in. as much as it can for a witcher, ever on the move and exposed to wind and weather, dependent on misery to keep oneself afloat. it's a better life, at least, than she used to have, only ever running. now she can choose her path, at least in some ways. she needn't fear the cold any longer, nor the dark sky upon a storm. ciri has known hunger and cold, fatigue and the aches of the road for so long, she can hardly recall a time without them. yet she ought to be careful when she can afford it, ever recalling geralt's voice. think drowners or strigas will go easy on you because you haven't undergone the mutations ?
in this line of work, weakness means death.
she knows him well enough to see it in his face, this constant fatigue only deepened. and although he is hardly a fountain of words, ciri thinks he's been awfully quiet, too. his response, albeit entirely expected, raises her brows.
❛ and when you fall out of the saddle and break your nose ? what then ? shall i be chastised for all eternity by the womanfolk of the continent ? ❜ it is a tease, little more, hoping at least to make his awful scowl disappear. though in truth he was right, and she about to suggest exactly that. after tightening the strap of her own mare's saddle, ciri moves to check the harness. ❛ he doesn't look fine, does he, baroness ? ❜ a gloved hand stroking the horse's neck, she makes a point of murmuring, despite being fully aware geralt will have no trouble hearing. ❛ what do you think ? yes, he's being a stubborn idiot, isn't he ? ❜
holding back a little smile, ciri gives baroness another pat, before moving to her side to push herself up and into the saddle. ❛ my years of apprenticeship are over, geralt, you said it yourself. that means i get to tell you that you're full of shit. we're going to stop by the crossroads to roggeveen, whether you like it or not. i've got to mix new oils anyway, and i'd rather not do it here. ❜
is it her grandmother's voice, or the voice of authority one ought to adopt when one is a woman doing witcher work ? regardless, her tone is stern, though she watches geralt with some affection in her eyes. she'd rather delay her hunt for a day than risk his overfatigue get any worse.
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❛ oh , no , ❜ he murmured , even as his shoulders rolled to tame back the shudder that threatened to run down and up the entirety of his spine , ❛ afraid my tepid curiosity isn’t about to be satisfied . you’ll have to wait until my questions are done before i let you go . ❜ nor did he particularly want to be , far too curious about this unnamed person with the fire in her gaze and the threat she carried in every word . he got the particular feeling that her remarks were not just barks , and that her bite could very much match it all . he found himself both curious to know what she could do , and hoping that he wouldn’t be on the receiving end of it .
he wasn’t certain whether he bristled because of her words , or because of the static that seemed to fill the air , causing the hairs at his arms , even sleeved beneath shirt and leathers as they were , to bristled almost painfully . the back of his neck seemed to be suffering the same fate .
❛ ‘putting it to rest’ doesn’t exactly answer anything i’m wondering , ❜ he muttered , surreptitiously pulling back . a bit farther back , he crouched , bad leg extended more than usual , one hand rested against the ground in front of him to keep his balance . ❛ where was it going ? what was its purpose , and what was your purpose ? ❜ surely , the task was more important than anything . and surely , he also had no right to know .
but he did want to know one thing most of all . she wasn’t like a sorceress , wasn’t like a mage . they kept their magic tame . but hers was wild . ❛ you’re not anyone or anything i’ve ever met . what are you ? ❜
that directly contradicts rumors eivor has heard, but she will keep such a thought to herself. a witcher's reputation precedes him whenever he arrives, and that arrival heralds fear, amongst other things. eivor knows this well, too, for when her people's horns echo across misty riverbeds to signal a raid —— well. they know how the story goes : burning villages, stolen treasures, captured livestock, the merciless slaughtering of any who raise up weapons in defense of their property.
the wolf - kissed lurches as he dares creep closer ( though she only budges about an inch or so ), and snarls at him. a wild animal in the shape of a person ... and she would bite and slash, too, if she were not bound so tightly. he doesn't flinch away — but watches with his strange, golden eyes. now that there is a small fire, she can see him better in the pitch of the night. observe him, too, as intensely as he is seeing her in all her captive fury. when the witcher first states his inquiry, eivor only smiles. a wry, pressed grin tight against the raven's scarred lips.
🙶 you ask the same question twice. 🙷 the laugh is a rasp, caught halfway in her throat. 🙶 i already told you ... i was putting it to rest. not all who are slain find peace. you should know this particularly well — slaughterer. 🙷 as they say : birds of a feather flock together. eivor, too, is a killer, so they might know each other intimately well. understand one another. but that also means she carries the same demons as he. a dark bird flaps into the top of the tower, croaking ominously. eivor's bird. sýnin's eyes high above are eivor's eyes as well ... and she watches from her own gaze, too. it is taking all restraint not to reveal even more of her abilities to him ——— but static lightning crackles in her chest, electrifying the ends of her hair.
🙶 is that all? has your tepid curiosity been satisfied? i grow bored with this conversation by the second. 🙷
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the witcher had dealt with a great deal of impossible circumstances in his life . indeed , even he had returned from death , which he was fairly certain , through patches of memory ( the isle , griffin , the trio of vipers , belleteyn and the pyre ) , had actually happened to him . but lydia had suffered just as bloody a fate , a much longer time ago than he had . she should have stayed dead .
he certainly thought she should have stayed dead when she grabbed his wrist . if it were not her , he would have shifted his fingers and casted a blast of aard on her to get her away . but he was so shaken he did nothing . only felt the beating of her heart , just as strong as any other living creature’s . at any other moment , he might have felt some sort of smug satisfaction about where his hand was : close to a breast , close to what he could have admired if he didn’t feel the restraint of rabidity trembling within her .
and it felt as if it weren’t just toward the world , but toward him , for some odd reason . ❛ you can’t be alive . ❜ he yanked his hand out of her grip , hesitant . ❛ how ? what revived you ? ❜
She chuckled and it wasn't a pretty sound. Every note spilled hatred, anger, resentment. Her delicate frame trembled, in a way that spoke of restraining. Of being on the brink of jumping at him. Hands shook, eyes flared with memories she wished she did not have, with the agony of a tale she wished she had not heard.
"Does it matter, witcher?", she finally said, loose strands of brown hair escaping her braid, "Does it CHANGE anything?"
She wanted him dead. Her fingers curled and twitched with the need to close around his neck and see life slipping away. She wanted to inflict pain, oh, as much pain as possible.
Yet she did not act upon it.
"Do you not believe your eyes? Does the memory of my dead body in a hallway CLOUD the idea of this moment being real?", every word was a wave of poison, "Do you remember the dagger stuck inside my heart, or do you remember the smell of jasmine? Do you remember the blood pooled around my CORPSE or do you remember my eyes? Do you believe what you're seeing? What you're smelling? See for youself, Geralt of Rivia."
Without asking, without explaining, without waiting for consent of any kind she knelt beside him and grabbed his hand to guide it, practically smashing his palm against her chest.
Right where her heart was.
A beating heart.
"Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump", Lydia mockingly whispered at unison with her loud heartbeat.
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