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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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starter call 2.0   feel free to combine prompts !

for  a  happy  starter .

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

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#current mood

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GERALT OF RIVIA + 'hmm' The Witcher: Season 3

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"Thanks for the gift."

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A brave new world. Geralt mused to himself ruefully. “Wouldn’t go that far.  Toussaint’s not like anywhere else in the world.” A more hopeful part of him liked the idea that one day everywhere on The Continent could treat witchers as anyone else. Even see them as forces for good. 

The realist in him, the side that’d seen the worst of humanity understood it to be a falsehood. Today Toussaint was praising him. Tomorrow it could be cursing him again. Nothing in life was ever certain and he learned long ago to simply keep moving regardless of the what happened.

Cutting through the square, Geralt climbed from the saddle and helped her down. Scanning the area he noted the medical tents that’d been set up, no doubt by healers the Duchess had sent for. Looking further to the horizon, he saw the sun dipping and figured he’d be most useful when the sun went down.

“Evening’s not far off. Best case scenario there won't be anymore attacks but I’ll do what I can to let you do your work in peace.” 

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

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“You can’t stop a soldier from being frightened but you can give him motivation to help him overcome that fear. I have no such motivation. I can’t have. I’m a witcher: an artificially created mutant. I kill monsters for money. I defend children when their parents pay me to. If Nilfgaardian parents pay me, I’ll defend Nilfgaardian children. And even if the world lies in ruin - which does not seem likely to me - I’ll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster kills me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.”

Geralt of Rivia, Blood of the Elves  (via jaynefray)

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He listened while she explained the aftermath of Radovid’s death, the thousands of small reactions that had been set off by the murder of another monarch. Reflecting on his own part in the deed, Geralt felt no regret for aiding Roache and the others. Radovid would’ve continued his bloody path and turned his mad persecution on mages and non-humans if he were still alive.

“A friend once told me Toussaint is like a fine wine. Best enjoyed in small doses. I tend to agree with him. What I do know is you’ll find plenty of folk here who’re in need of care. Just so happens you’re the best damn healer I know so they’ll be in good hands.”

Crossing through the Beauclaire gates, the witcher heard a smattering of cheers in his wake. Since being awarded the highest honours by Duchess Anarietta, Geralt had been experiencing something unusual: genuine approval by a populace. 

Felt strange not being insulted, called a freak, treated with suspicion. It could grow on him. At the very least it should help make the journey through the city easy and after a short distance they arrived at one of the most badly impacted sites. 

Soldiers milled around the area, blocking off access. When they saw him, the guards bowed their heads in deference. “Good to see you again, master witcher. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“My friend here’s looking to help your wounded. She’s a medic. Think you can let us through?”

“But of course,” the lead soldier nodded, waving them through the checkpoint. 

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

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The general consensus about witchers was that they never did anything for free. Coin was the only language they understood. A story as accurate as vampires being unable to walk in sunlight and being repelled by garlic. When his friends came calling, Geralt required no payment.

“Keep your supplies for the people who need them most,” the witcher said, standing. “You’ve got a job to do after all.” A small smile, a gesture to indicate  all was well and that she’d get her chance to help the citizens of Beauclaire. 

The white wolf motioned for her to follow him to the stables. Leading Roach into the sun, Geralt climbed into the saddle and offered her a hand up so she could join him on the back.

Setting off towards the city, Geralt travelled at a brisk pace. “This your first time in Toussaint?” He asked, passing over a rocky bridge. 

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

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Geralt could imagine the devastation that’d been left behind in the city. He’d waded through a torrent of blood and monsters to do what he needed to do. He’d heard the screams, witnessed the body parts littering the roads. He’d needed to block it out. Stopping Detlaff was all he could focus on at the time. The memories would never leave.

Now the worst was over he could help those who had suffered. Without hesitation, the witcher answered, “of course I’ll help. Saw a lot of terrible things in Beauclaire. The kind I wish I could forget. All that blood...only a matter of time before monsters find their way back.” 

Rolling his broad shoulders, the witcher shook off his lethargy. As much as he’d like to lay down in the sun for a while the Path called to him and a witcher’s work was never done. 

“Tell me what you need.” 

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

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He hadn’t expected much more information. Still needed to do his due diligence. Only real way to solve the mystery was to go to the site and see if he could pick up a trail. Putting his cup down, the witcher was about to get ready to leave when she made her request.

Geralt paused. Stranger things had happened that a witcher and a sorceress travelling together and her knowledge of the area would be useful. “Fine. All I’ll say is that you’ll need a fast horse.” Striding out of the hut, the white wolf got back into the saddle and waited for her to join him.

As soon as they were on the road, Geralt snapped Roach into a brisk pace. “How long have you been in the area?” The witcher remarked, making conversation as much as he was searching for more information that could give him an idea of what he was looking for.

Soon enough, they arrived at the site and Geralt climbed down from the saddle. Approaching the patch where the latest attack occurred, he started to look for any signs of a trail. 

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The witcher watched her pour out the mead, taking note of the gesture. He was used to being a professional, to being treated like a freak and with a mixture of suspicion, hostility and ridicule. Few were interested in sharing a drink with him when discussing a contract, yet sorceresses were of a certain ilk and he appreciated the politeness.

Taking the mug, Geralt nodded in acknowledgement. “A pleasure.” He sipped the mead while she explained the contract and mulled over the facts. Not much to go on but he’d done more with less. 

“Yeah. I’ll accept the contract. Need to know a couple more things before I get started. Do the victims have anything in common and where was the last reported site of a disappearance on the road between Kaer Trolde and Rannvaig?” 

     A small sigh of relief, imperceptible to the average human, but certainly noticed by the witcher, fell from ginatia pink lips. Sorceresses could often have a reputation for being cold, uncaring toward anything save for their own interests, and Amora was far from different from her colleagues, but she cared about her fellow Skelligans. She would help them if she could, despite their distrust of her and her kind. Despite their distrust of Geralt and his kind. Another sip. 

     “As far as I know the only things they have in common are the fact that they traveled the same road. It’s really the only road between Kaer Trolde and the rest of Ard Skellig, our merchants rely on it, our commerce and trade between villages and the harbor have all but stalled. That’s the only part of this that upsets the jarls.” One would think, being the seafaring people they were, that they would simply use boats to solve the issue of acquiring goods, but some merchants would rather take their chances on the road than with the sirens that littered the coast lines.

     “I have but one request. I wish to go with you.”

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❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

Sitting in the garden of his vineyard, Geralt felt the Toussaint sun on his shoulders. Miles of hills, groves and glittering buildings sprawled around him. Exactly the kind of fairytale place where people were meant to live happily ever after.

The witcher knew this to be false, especially after what he'd seen lately. Higher vampires. The massacre of innocents. Plots within plots. And at the end of it all two sisters had been reunited. It wasn't clean and it wasn't perfect. But it was the closest damned thing he'd seen to a happy ending lately.

Canting his head, Geralt looked at Shani, still absorbing the sight of her. To see her in Toussaint was a surprise. But then after the blood that had been spilt on the streets of Beauclaire it shouldn't have. Wherever the wounded needed healing, she was there.

It was good to see her again. To know that she'd chosen to call on him. Mulling over her words, the witcher said, "you're in Toussaint, Shani. Centuries of poems and songs have declared this the home of happy stories. I might not agree with 'em, but it doesn't mean you don't have too."

He smiled, dry wit coming to the fore.

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✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

send one of the below symbols for your character  ( the sender )  to perform on mine  ( the receiver )    add  !!  to reverse the roles

💆‍♀️   for  your  character  to  tuck   a   strand   of   my    muse’s   hair    behind    their    ear

🤝   for   your   character   to   brush    their     hand    against    my    muse’s    hand 

🤚   for   your   character    to    guide    mine    by    touching    their     back

🛋   for   your   character   to    curl   up   with    mine  

☕️   for   your   character    to    bring    mine    a    beverage 

🍫   for   your   character   to    bring   mine   some    food

📺   for   your   character    to    watch   a    film  /  tv    show   with    my    muse

🎶   for   your   character    to    play    music    or    sing    to    mine  

🎧    for   your   music    to    listen    to    music    with    mine

💃   for   your   muse    to    offer    to    dance    with    my    muse

📚   for   your    muse    to    read    with     mine

🎨   for   your   muse   to    paint    with    mine

🪴   for   your    muse    to   take    mine    on   a   walk

💫  for    your    muse    to    take    mine    stargazing

🧺   for    your    muse    to    take    mine    on   a    picnic

✍️   for   your   muse    to    draw    mine

👔    for   your   muse    to    help    mine    get    dressed

💇‍♀️    for   your    muse    to    play    with    my    muse’s    hair

🌸    for   your    muse    to    give     mine     flowers

🎁    for    your    muse    to    give    mine    a    gift    (  please    specify !  )

🎀   for    your    muse    to    wrap     mine    in   a    blanket

🛀    for    your    muse    to     wash    my    muse’s    hair 

✨    for    your     muse    to    hold    my    muse’s    hand

🤗    for    your    muse   to    give    my    muse    a   hug

💋    to    kiss    my    muse    (  specify    where !  )

🍰     to    bake    something    with    my    muse

🥦    to    cook    something    with    my    muse

🤐    to    tell    my    muse    a    secret   (  please   specify ! )

🧶   for   your    muse     to    do    something    else   (  please   specify  !  )

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exes with feelings prompts

“ i know you, i know you like i know my own name, i know who you are in your bones. ”

” i see the way you look at her, a love like that doesn’t die. ”

“ never doubt my love for you, you always saw the best in me because you were the best of me.  ”

“ i still need you in my life. ”

“ you chose them, you always choose them. ”

“  passion wasn’t our problem.  we were always good at that part.  but passion can be anger and hate,  just as easily as joy and love.  somewhere along the way,  we forgot which was which. ”

“  you can’t keep doing this.  you can’t just keep coming here and expecting me to drop everything for you.  ”  

 “  you can’t keep doing this to me.  either you want this,  or you don’t.  but you keep tugging me back and forth.  ”

“  i can’t keep doing this.  i want to pretend to be happy for you but it’s killing me inside.  ”  

“  stop.  you have to stop.  because i don’t have the strength to look you in the eyes and make you leave.  i need you to be strong for me.  one last time.  ”

“  look at me and tell me you don’t feel anything.  make me believe it,  and i’ll go.  ”  

“  every time i’m around you it’s…it’s like a poison.  you’re in me.  and i can’t get you out.  ”

“  i know i didn’t call— i just.  i couldn’t stop thinking about you.  i had to see you. ”

“  i know i don’t have any right to anymore,  but i need you.  ”  

“  what are you doing here?  ”

“  will you just stay with me?  just for tonight.  please.  ”

“  you came?  ”

“  of course i came.  you needed me.  ”  

“  you loved the idea of me more than you loved me.  ”

“  i can’t keep being in love with someone who hates themself more than they love me.  ”

“  i was ready.  i was there.  but you were too scared of something real.  ”

“  i used to think you were the only person who could love me.  i’m not that person anymore.  if you want me back you have to give me a goddamn good reason more than ‘we belong together.’  ”  

“  you better fucking mean it because i want you too.  ” 

“  don’t look at me like that.  ”

“  just one more time.  ”

“  love isn’t just missing me.  you don’t love me if you aren’t willing to put in the work.  ”

“  you don’t miss me.  you miss how i made you feel.  ”

“  i get to decide whether or not you’re good enough.  that was my choice to make.  and you took it away.  ”

“  i’m sorry— i shouldn’t have kissed you i just…  ”

“  i didn’t have anywhere else to go.  i’m sorry.  ”  

“  i know you probably hate me right now but i don’t have anyone else to talk to.  ”

“  isn’t that my shirt?  ”

“  of course i still love you.  ”

“  i don’t.  i don’t love you anymore.  ”

“  you’re so full of shit.  ”

“  you can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me.  ”

“  i want to try again.  i know we can make this work.  ”

“  i won’t run from this.  i won’t run from us again.  ”

“  don’t break my heart again.  ”

NSFW / ACTIONS

★ our muses have goodbye sex after breaking up  ☆ our muses accidentally have sex when one comes over to pick up their stuff ✧ our muses run into each other in public and hook up ✦ one muse comes over for a booty call  ✱ our muses accidentally kiss  ✥ our muses sleep together in the middle of trying to work things out  ❀ sender does a grand gesture to try to get receiver back  ✿ one muse comes over to offer their ex a shoulder to cry on ❃ for comfort sex  ☎ for receiver to write a drabble about a voicemail they left for sender  ⭒ for our muses to have an emotionally intimate night  ✱ our muses wake up in bed together with a hangover  ✼ for a drabble about one muse missing the other  ☞ for one muse to reach out for the other’s hand out of habit  ☟ for one muse to catch the other looking at them longingly across the room  ☁ for our muses to end up stuck inside together because of a storm  ♡ for our muses to get locked in a room together by a third party  ♣ for our muses to reunite because one got hurt  ➢ for our muses to reunite because of one muse suffering a loss  ➚ for our muses to reunite because one muse is in the hospital and the other is their emergency contact

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But a promise made must be honored. As true for a commoner as it is for a queen.

THE WITCHER: SEASON ONE Episode 4 | Of Banquets, Bastards and Burials