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hey ciri how long is too long to finish replies

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟔 ．» ᵒʰ ʰᶦ ᵐᵃʳ ∕ ooc ． #looking through my drafts like Wow Should I Just Stick To A Starter Call #it's when the blogs start moving around for me chief kjbkjh #like damn is it presumptuous of me to just tag u #i'm probably gonna just ask on some bc i feel no shame but 😔🙏 #for the record i have no concept of time #as far as i'm concerned these all came in yesterday xox

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Send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟔 ．» ᵒʰ ʰᶦ ᵐᵃʳ ∕ ooc ． #i like to tell myself i can be here more often if i keep these short #but also i haven't been here so long i have no idea where to start with new followers KHBKJHB #and old ones feel free 2 poke me if you'd rather just have summ fresh :^)

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Emily Dickinson

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟏 ．» ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ∕ isms ． #i took time off and ended up way busier and more tired than i intended what else is new hhhhhh #anyways i'll probably be on once i can sleep less than 12 hours a day #or back at work idk #who needs moon cycles when i can just gauge the earth's position by how desperately i once again want to quit

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COMPLURAS      :        𝙯𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙮𝙖   .

       she could feel his presence before she saw it. the shape expecting her in her home is broad against the evening firelight trickling up from the alley below. book is in hand to be wielded in defense.   ❛   who are you ?   ❜   waver betrays fear.

@witcr​ — sc !

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓    or  barren  of  life ,   and      it leaves geralt with the decision to wait until the owner returns for any questioning ,   which he turns to do at the first sign of company .        ❛      no one you need to  worry  about ,     ❜       he insists ,   a hand coming up to try and dismiss the girl's worry .        ❛      i'm looking for  information .    this your house ?     ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #compluras

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HOWSMYSINGING      :        𝙟𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧   .​

@witcr​

“A healer, she said she was! And herbalist! … Shit, I believe I neglected to get her name, but alas! We can get that from her when we arrive. She said she was not all too far south of the village,” Jaskier would look back toward Geralt, blue eyes big and expression full of a familiar energy.

He was infatuated with this woman. Unsurprising, given his track record.

“She is quite the beaute, as well– but we’ll both have to see her skills for ourselves. She said she did stock a good array of herbs, so I’m hoping she may have some of what you’ve been missing,” Looking forward again, he was pleased when he would catch sight of a small hut not far from them.

“There we are! And there she looks to be as well. See, Geralt? Your eyes can prob’ly see her better from here. Isn’t she lovely?”

The healer hadn’t appeared to take notice of the pair of men approaching her hut just yet. She had long red hair, kept out of her face with the help of a headband. Unlike many, she  wore flowy yet more traditionally men’s clothing– wearing trousers instead of a skirt or dress. Alas, she used her tunic as a means of helping her carry some things inside. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐎𝐅  𝐈𝐓 ,    at  first .   jaskier  had      been  enamored  as easily as ever ,   not even a  name  to his lips but a story to  weave of it  nonetheless .    An emotion .    How easily he uncovers and cycles through it always a mystery .    Geralt gives him a sigh ,    following  despite  it .    There's never any use in questioning the antics ,   that lesson he'd learned much ,   much  earlier .

After all ,   he isn't exactly against Jaskier being  particularly  enthusiastic about getting in someone's  good graces  if it means  he  won't need to rely on doing so .    People aren't always  privy  to witchers .   Rarely ,   even .    Geralt won't sit and deny his disposition has nothing to do with it .    Years of the torture make it difficult to  smile and nod  the way people expect you to .    Especially when it only so  rarely  works . 

They were much too far from Brokilon either way ;   healers were their only chance at finding some spare knitbone ,    after his supply had fallen during a tryst .    Beggars can't be choosers .    Unfortunately ,   the little house in the distance came into view and so did the woman outside it .    Geralt decided it was time to  beg and choose  indeed.

                             ❛     Jaskier .   ❜       Geralt throws his arm out to catch the bard before he says anything ,   pulling him back far too urgently .   The witcher tries to  disguise  the fact by shrugging as he turns ,    not facing him .   But his grip on the bard remains .        ❛      Nevermind .    We'll find a different seller .   Come on .   ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #howsmysinging

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WIINTEREYES       :       𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙠𝙖   .

//  @witcr​​​​​

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐑 - 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 .    𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ,    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐄 ;        cautioning  the  bruxa  of  an  approaching  presence .    her  obscured  form  suddenly  abandoned  a  book  of  alchemy  and  vanished  into  the  mist ,    fleeing  to  the  groaning  rafters  supporting  the  desolate  homestead  she  had  recently  claimed  as  her  own .        viveka  watched  with  an  unnatural  stillness  as  the  door  nudged  open ,    allowing  in  the  pale  moon  and  the  season’s  breath .        the  entry  of  white  hair  and  amber  eyes  caused  her  to  gradually  shed  her  transparency  in  the  shadows  solely  due  to  familiarity  in  the  sight ,    tilting  her  head  curiously  whilst  she  observed  to  study  his  intentions ,    his  movement  —  the  trained ,    the  vigilant ,    the  aware .        there  was  something  dangerous  in  his  veins  she  could  almost  taste  at  the  back  of  her  tongue .        it  was  cauterizing ,    toxic .

“  🇧‌🇱‌🇦‌🇨‌🇰‌  🇧‌🇱‌🇴‌🇴‌🇩‌ .  ”        her  voice  was  but  a  wry  hum  in  the  cabin ,    yet  she  knew  he  could  hear  it  as  much  as  he  could  feel  her  monstrosity .winter  eyes  pierced  through  the  darkness  and  dust  to  reach  him .        she  remained  seated  on  her  haunches  over  the  wooden  beams ,    uttering  humorless  notes  through  a  soft  chuckle .         “  well ,    fuck …        what  gave  it  away ,    wolf ? ”

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐀𝐈𝐑  𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒      skin ,   filtered  by      the  years  of  hardened  callouses  that  encompass  them .   the  wind  ruffles  the  night ,    but  not  enough  to  excuse  the  sounds  of  life  coming  from  the  abandoned  cabin  he  makes  to  enter  .   his  veins  feel  like   futile  venom ,   coursing  as  if  itching  to  reach  a   penetrable   force .    he  breathes  hrough  the  feeling  just  as  he  catches  the  cause  of  it .    the  woman  materializes  above  him :    her  presence ,   at  the  very  least ,   being  the  part  he   expected   of  the  encounter  so  far .        ❛      hard  not  to  see  it  coming ,   ❜       he  answers  her  question .    geralt  steps  around  the  perimeter  of  her   makeshift  lodge ,   where  the  sharp  slit  of  his  pupils  adjust  to  the  light ,   ready  to  catch  patterns  of  dust  where  she  stands ,    should  her  body  suddenly   vanish   from  his  sight  again .

                                        ❛     trail  of  bodies  were  found  around .   one ,   in  particular  —   was  quite  the  bastard ,   i’m  told .    none   miss  him   too  much .   sounds  almost  like  people  might’ve   wanted   him  dead .    dead   —   stabbed ,   poisoned .    i’ve  never  exactly  seen  the  typical  mercenary  leave  behind  nothin  but  an   emptied  carcass .    a  greyed  body ,   limp  of   liquids .   ❜       he  stops  his  steps ,   finally .   he'd  gone  half - way  around  the  cabin  in  his  retelling ,   halting  with  the  telling  breeze  hitting  his  neck  again .    a  window  to  his  back  should  be  just  fine .        ❛     any   insight   on  that  one ?   ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #wiintereyes

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WHAT’S IT LIKE BEING YOUR FRIEND ?

it's like an unrequited love

being your friend HURTS, dude. you probably don't realize it but your validation is so meaningful and important to your friends and it can feel like they're constantly pushing for it. it's unrequited love, actually, in the worst way possible--you may be a good friend but being your friend is like being near fire: if you spend enough time near it you may find yourself entranced by the fire, but everyone else seems to be averse to you. let your guard down. a relationship is fifty fifty.

TAGGED BY :    @bellecosebabe  thanks for the tag 26 years ago xoxo TAGGING :    @wiintereyes ,   @sangreals ,    @feiglng ,   @gntillesse ,    @musespoken ,   @lwiatkc ,   @sanatoris ,   @lilackissed ,    @platkisloneczne ,    @compluras   ( pork chop, corn & the twins actually thank u ) ,   @howsmysinging  / @nothingherebutlight  ( istredd c:)  &  whoever wishes to simply Nick It

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟕 ．» ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵘⁿ ᵇᵃʳʳᵉˡˢ ∕ hcs ． #yo i 💀💀 #me looking at how cute Every Other Answer is like a Clown: #in fairness i get other ones when i tweak slightly to different answers that still apply #this one just punched me in the gut & left me to rot so obviously i kept it

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HOWSMYSINGING        :       𝙟𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙧   .

“Oh– well…” Bit of a wasted effort that was. Great. Well! No issue. He could handle this. Alas, his expression had given him away almost instantly. “No matter. Not like it hold much weight with us anyhow. Don’t really have  anyone to celebrate it with anyhow,” 

He could find someone, he was sure. Someone lonely, in need of a good night. That was fine. He could be that for someone if they needed it.

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖  𝐔𝐏  𝐀𝐓  𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑’𝐒      statement ,   entirely     unimpressed .    For   Jaskier   to tell him he didn’t  really  have  anyone to celebrate it with is probably among some of the  grander  lies he’s spewed in Geralt’s company .   The witcher knows very well Jaskier could simply scour the crowd to find someone .   Knows even better that Jaskier has  nothing   against the holiday .   Quite the  opposite ,   in fact .    The twist to his friend’s face says all Geralt needs to see of it .

              ❛     I wasn’t asking you to spend it  with me ,   Jaskier ,    ❜       Geralt tells him ,   huffing out a breath and giving himself away just as well ,   bitterness unbidden .        ❛      It’s all  contrived .   I  don’t  need to  know  about the personal lives of others ,   and there’s no damn reason for them to ask about  mine .   ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #howsmysinging #sorry his brain's in a Permanent state of Woosh :// #i also simply like to cause pain

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your shoulders look tense.       /        @gntillesse        :     unprompted  asks    ( always open )

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒       never  comes  from  a  place  of      physical structure .    rarely does it mimic the cacophony of storm - broken branches .    they should cave under the duress he sets for them :   but it never gets that far .    soreness alone is unseen .    it’d been nothing but a mere quirk he'd neglected ;   drawn back from the recesses of his mind when petra makes the passing comment and geralt realises ,   passively ,   that there isn’t any  reason  for his shoulders to be  tense .

he wonders instead if it isn’t another subtle jab   /   teasing .    a comment on his demeanour ,   as if she’d be one to talk ,    reporting to the  worst  case of a standoffish subject as she does .    though he could admit his own appearance ranges much nastier than captain levi’s ;   who can still pass for no more than a tired man in a foul mood .   and geralt lets as much show on his face ,   brow coming up in  question  before her hands reach him .    he stiffens   —   truly ,   this  time  —   in further confusion before she kneads into the skin there  firmly ,   over his chemise .   his instinct is to stop her ,    fingers coming up to grip her wrists as if blocking  any  non - existent  leverage  she’d have ,   grabbing the  muscles  of his shoulders .    but he halts that same position a moment later as it all finally registers .   a huffed laugh escapes him .

           ❛     i’m sure they’re no more tense than  usual ,    ❜       he says ,   hands finally losing their grip to lay back .   geralt relaxes his head over the chair ,   a single eye kept open for his final statement before closing them again :        ❛      carry on .   but i hope you realise  —  i expect to  return  the favour .    ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #❛ 𝒱. 4.0. ∕ » 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 / 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐊 ( snk ) ． #gntillesse #😏😏

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'let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.'      /        pretending  @worstheir​​  made a yennefer and has her shit together for valentines     :     richard siken   ( open )

𝐘𝐄𝐒 ,    𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐈𝐍       this  quick .    it’s  reckless        to keep the rhythm they’ve built to satisfy neither by more than a surface scratch .    Yet Geralt sheathes to her plea ,   eyes shutting to a close .        ❛     Okay ,    ❜       he says ,   voice kept low despite knowing it’s only the two of them .    He brings himself forward ,   until he feels the cool of her forehead against his .    He opens his eyes again ,   meeting violet he daren’t think of as  tender .        ❛      We won’t talk .     ❜

Yes ,   he should argue .   He should try again ,   to make Yennefer see reason .   But he knows they never want to see it at the same time .   It’s how these things go :   a constant push and pull .   And so be it .   Maybe there’s benefit to letting it all die in his throat .   It sure as hell feels like it ,   like this .    With her legs over his and his hands painfully itching to dig even deeper in her skin  /   pushing on thighs and pulling in her lower back .       ❛      Stay the night ,    I’ll make it worth your time ,      ❜     Geralt tells her   —    and it’s a promise he expects to keep .   A promise he’ll be to the point of feverish fatigue and discomfort to uphold ,   to  upkeep .    

Yes ,    maybe there’s something to be said of his character here .    Of  their  characters ,  together ,    in something as simple as this .   In the non - existent  urgency  they create for themselves .   In the moment they  could  be having ,   but refuse to .   Maybe they’re simply not cut out for any more .    Maybe he shouldn't succumb to self - pity  &  sorrow .    Maybe they should slow ,   and listen ,   for once .   Work through more than the satisfaction of the now .    Maybe ,    the world should have dealt them a better hand ,   and they wouldn’t chase it so .    That candied fervor had long since melted to something far more somber .    Forgive him ,    for cooling off in the dark .

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #worstheir #ur honour i hate them #yen: i dnt wna talk abt it #geralt: cool me neither #anyways witcher muses WHEN

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NOTHINGHEREBUTLIGHT        :       𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙   .

Pleasant.

Istredd quirked a brow at Geralt. All right, if that was the mood he wanted to give this little visit, then so be it. He shrugged his shoulders listlessly. 

“My most humble of apologies. Shall I come back another time, since my presence is so offensive to your senses that you feel the need to make me aware of it?” He wasn’t angry, really. Acting facetious more than anything.

𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍        of   retracting    the  statement       in  some  way .    Yes   —    by   all   accounts   —   Istredd is the very  last  person he wants to see  today  of all days .    But he’d finally  caught  him at a time they would  both  be free and there was no room for   preference  in making use of it .   Nor any time to  linger  on why he had the  free time  to begin with .     ❛     Sit down ,    Istredd .   I’m sure the feeling’s  mutual ,     ❜       Geralt practically grunts ,   waving him off .   His eyes steady on the books of runes on the desk rather than the man himself .        ❛      We still need to get this  done ,   choice timing or  not .    ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #nothingherebutlight #sir ur salt is showing 🙏

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STOP IM LDVNSDJKVHSBJ

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟔 ．» ᵒʰ ʰᶦ ᵐᵃʳ ∕ ooc ． #come get ur juice u_u #snowinabottle

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NOTHINGHEREBUTLIGHT        :        𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖   .​​

@witcr​

She felt an edge, just seeing him again. Last time, at the least, Geralt had been unconscious when they initially came across each other again. Visenna had had time to ease herself before he came to, but this time? The anxiety spiked, and she had no way of calming herself down just yet. 

And so as a shorter, redhead woman would lock eyes with the white haired witcher, it caught the attention of some of the villagers around them. The tension in the air was clear as day, and it didn’t look like anyone had the gall to step in between the witcher and druidess. Some would pass by, trying to ignore what was going on.

Visenna hadn’t realized before, how tall Geralt had grown to be.

“…I’m sorry,” She would almost instantly concede. “I had no intention of inserting myself into your life,” She was giving him an out to this. This may’ve been destiny at play. Or  perhaps mere coincidence? Visenna hadn’t sought him out, and she doubted he would’ve looked for her. She hoped  that wasn’t the case. 

“Once I’m… finished here, you can forget I was here,” She would attempt to assure.

𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 ,   𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐀𝐘 ,         it  seems  destiny  does        sit on his side ,   sometimes .    He'd asked for this ,    hadn't he ?    Asked to see her   —   for her to see  him   —   in the very light of day ,    where he could wear the shame of his eyes  proudly  to look right into  hers  —   see what they  might  have been ,    once .    He'd wanted that ,    despite the ichor and the vile ,   grey waste he felt consuming his very being   —   refusing to let him breathe .    Yet Visenna had left nothing but a trail of  light  behind her ,    when they’d seen each other last .    Praise and admiration .    Those words ,   as with hers now ,    did nothing to salvage his lungs .    Geralt clenches his fists ,   finding himself too quick to look away .

❛       Why come up to me at all ,    if you'd want me to forget it soon after ?     ❜       

                  That isn't what he wants to ask .    That question had never even come  close  to the list of things he'd considered ,    finding her again .   Finding her the  first  time .   It feels like cutting off a limb ;   an urge too thick to slice it off so soon .   Part of him longs in the cavernous ,   traitorous parts of his brain none too quick to risk losing something he barely understands .    Something sharp ,   only glistening about as much as an  age - old  blade .    The dull edges only make it all the more  painful .

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #nothingherebutlight #the way i am ready for PAIN

[witcr]

APPLECURSES      :        𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖   .​

->@witcr liked this !

the sound of the door breaking caused regina to look up from where she sat upon the dark velvet chaise. legs gracefully placed in relaxation. an on looker would not dare to think she was ready for a fight. the long black tresses done up and out of her face , save for a single strand that framed her cheek gently. the supple leather of her pants under the dress made it easier for her get up from where she was sitting, the heels clicking gently on the stone floor. " i was told that they were sending a witcher to come get me. " the evil queen walked closer to him now, glass still in hand and unafraid. her dark eyes focused on his own as she took another sip. there was added drama to the act , a sigh fell from her lips as she smiled at him. " did they tell you what i did to the last one ? a very short story but i won't bore you with details , i imagine you have more pressing matters ? "

𝐀𝐍  𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ,       to  say  the  least .      in almost any other circumstance ,    he'd leave it right  alone .    nothing but politics and convoluted misery .    but it'd also been failed by a witcher before him .    someone who'd deemed it  a witcher's job .    geralt ended up with his nose just a bit too far into their business ,   and lo and behold ,   he's now  bodies  deep into the infiltration ,    whether he likes it or not .    turning back now would just be idiotic .    why he ever thinks himself able to talk his way out of things remains a mystery even to himself .   yet here he is ,   still  trying  despite the early wound of failure remaining fresh as spring in his mind   —        ❛      got the gist ,     ❜       geralt answers the looming figure ,   arms crossed .    he doesn't make move for his sword .    not yet .    but his eyes don't dare stray from the woman ,   either .        ❛      i don't usually make it a habit to attack  unprovoked ,    but  i imagine  you got the rundown on why i'm here .     ❜

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #applecurses

[witcr]

LWIAMATKA      :        𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙚   .​

                               “ i do not blame you for being careful, no. many people at courts are snake-tongued, with poisoned daggers in their sleeves. “ she admitted, leaning closer towards him in his chair, her hand resting on his forearm, squezing it. “ but you should know that i have no ill intentions. i need… your assistance. not as queen. but as a concerned mother. “ 

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋  𝐎𝐅    any  immediate   tension  gone ,     geralt lets out the smallest ,   amused puff at the queen’s choice of words .        ❛      you speak as if there are none in  yours ,    calanthe .     ❜       he notes ,    teasing .   her answer to his first inquiry doesn't sound the most promising ,   either .    his suspicions don’t exactly  die  despite the assurance .        ❛      and what part am  i  to play in these concerns ,    exactly ?     ❜ 

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #lwiamatka

[witcr]

LWIATKC        :        𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙞   .

@witcr

it’s a long car ride, ciri’s feet up on the dashboard and a smile pressed against their face.  they like long car rides with geralt in the aptly named car.              “  i think roach is making noises again.  ”                  their lips curl up as a sputter comes from in front of them.  might be their fault, but they prefer to think it’s just the long winding roads.

“  ‘sides, i’m hungry.  we should stop soon!  ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐋𝐘  𝐁𝐘      with  the  whirring      breeze of their drive .    if it were geralt's intuition alone ,   he wouldn't suspect  anything  of roach before ciri speaks up .    he goes to tell her as much ,   mouth shutting just as quick as a sound comes from their front engine .    he closes his eyes  briefly ,   huffing out a breath .    geralt shoots ciri a disapproving look ,   though he relents to the point ,   and switches lanes .        ❛      we’ll pull into here and i’ll take a look at her.   any objections to burgers again ?     ❜

#❛ 𝒱. 2.0. ∕ » 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 ( modern ) ． #❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #lwiatkc #THEY !!

[witcr]

HEBAKES        :        𝙯𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙮   .​

@witcr | sc

A FREE soul he is, never succumbing to the wishes of his brother to live by their side, a decision they have respected eventually, but this time is different; they want him there for a reason far beyond a family gathering, they would not announce it, but they throw the most generous of offers in return, promise it is only the first half if the Witcher comes back victorious. Nothing of this is known to him, ignorantly welcoming the silver-haired man into the bar, checking if they like the pastries of it since he is the one making them for now, only temporary though, despite the owner’s requests for him to stay; the customers have doubled ever since his bread and work has been introduced to the menu.

❝ It would taste fantastic with butter. ❞ Placing some beside their plate, the smile on his face stays as he echoes the same words he does to those he serves at times, something not required of him, yet he loves doing it; he engages, never hides behind counters and desks. ❝ Enjoy your food~ ❞

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑      in  geralt's   vocation .      he considers anything  regarding  any unfound entry in bestiaries as  sightless .    in most of such given circumstances ,    he'd reject it  outright .   he isn't a mercenary ,   and he'd be damned to gain any more reputation as one .    coin ,   however ,   always has a tendency to speak for itself .   a voice that extends  beyond  mere gold .    no infestation of monsters could ever pay for the protection its armour brings ,    and he's often disgruntled to find how  tough  it is to worm his way out of the cage it creates .    he'd look into it ,   was all the promise he gave .    a warm ,    buttered pastry isn't helping ease the plight he's flown right into .

        ❛      this fresh ?     ❜       he ends up asking the man as he drops it down ,   as if the idea of it being so has  personally  offended him .    it would likely be more  clear  to express his  purse  doesn't exactly support divulging in any more than stale beer and bread ,   but given the situation ,    he doesn't need an even  bigger  reminder of the fact .

#❛ ⍀ 𝟎 𝟎 𝟓 ．» ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉˢ ᵠᵘᵃʳʳᵉˡ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ∕ ic ． #hebakes #PLS im excited to write with YOU wth