#✨ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐔𝐄 || Our destiny is in the stars ✨

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Ciri listened to her father's words, not fully understanding it, but knowing that what was his would one day be hers. The little girl giggled happily as he gave into her request, climbing onto his back so she could be carried. "But silly papa, you're not a horse."

Pavetta watched the scene unfold, chuckling from it. She noticed that wink he gave her, only making her smile more. She was happy to her their little family back together and especially to see Ciri interacting with her father. "Since you've got her, I suppose that leaves me to go get my mother." However, before she could, there was a knock at the door. She opened it to see her mother right there on cue. "Never mind."

Calanthe paused at the sight of seeing the Emperor of Nilfgaard giving a piggyback ride for his daughter. While it was a bit amusing to say the least, protocol would say otherwise. The queen of Cintra cleared her throat. "Good morning. I see things are going well here?" She paused before continuing. "At the request of my granddaughter, I'll join you for this morning, but I'm afraid I will have to leave after. I've sent word to Eist about everything we discussed last night and he will need me back home to prepare for what's to come."

"It does indeed, but it also makes you the Princess and future Empress of both Cintra and Nilfgaard. All that is mine will one day be yours." He would need to be certain that he taught her all about politics properly, but also that she had the room to do as she pleased with her rule. Stories. He was glad to hear that at least telling stories had not been taken from them. And what was more he was certain that he could twist all of this to his advantage. That a grieving father and husband wanted time off with his family. The people would be understanding that he would be giving them all his time, but also that it was clearly divine right that they had been returned to him. It would cement both Pavetta and Ciri's rule if something should happen to him and that was all that he could ask for. "Ah, very well then. Climb up. This old stallion will do his best." At his the 'old stallion' he had to give Pavetta something of a wink before crouching with his back to the bed so that Cirilla could climb up on her own.

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @darlingdesiredelicious ↳ "Oh... So, you're... a real vampire..." He stared at Dettlaff in awe. Sebastian had never seen a true vampire besides Cazador. He figured they were all dead or in hiding. Could this mean there was hope for him and all the other spawn?

The Higher Vampire raised an eyebrow at his peculiar question, noting how he didn't seem afraid of him or fearful, but rather...in awe. He wasn't sure how to take this. "A real vampire?!" He questioned. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

It didn't go unnoticed by him how this person seemed to have the stench of death and blood and no clear sign of a beating heart. How was this possible? He didn't seem like any creature he'd ever heard of. And he didn't sense him as one of his kind. "Who is asking?"

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @thechosengryffindor ↳ “ don’t presume that you know me just because you’ve heard a few rumors and read a few articles. ” //for Ciri?

The Gryffindor girl was taken by surprise, green eyes going wide at his sudden statement. Granted, she was a new transfer student, only starting her first day, but had heard so much about this boy who had lived and defied all odds. And yet, she wasn't sure what to think. After all, what could be true when things were passed from word of mouth instead of hearing it all from the source?

"I didn't presume such a thing!" Ciri retorted. "But there is no denying the fact that almost everyone in the wizarding world has heard your story, or at least heard about you I mean. I'd like to get to know you properly, considering the fact we'll be housemates, if that's okay." She held out her hand for him. "My name is Cirilla, but you can call me Ciri.

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Marian didn't expect Fenris to have such an impact on her when they first met. But perhaps it was his story, or maybe just who he was as a person that was finding a way into her heart and life. It was heartbreaking to hear what he had been through and endured. Danarius was lucky to have evade them because if she got a hold of him...she'd start with punching him for all he did to Fenris, even if she had never been one for violence.

At his words and reassurance, she smiles. "And I'll be right here, fighting alongside you. You aren't alone in this now. He can try all he likes, but I won't let him take you." That was a promise. She couldn't handle losing anyone else she cared about. Besides, Fenris deserved to live his own life the way he wanted. "I think our friends would second that. Either way, Danarius is in for a rude awakening."

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"I tend to look after the lesser ones of our kind. I'm a leader and a caretaker too you could say." He didn't know why he had suddenly become a bit nervous, but perhaps it had to do with talking about his pack. After all, most vampires tended to themselves, but not him. If anything, this was usually something he had been picked on for in his youth.

Looking for a change in topic, the higher vampire realized he had barely asked anything about her. Wanting to know more about the person before him, he thought he should ask something. However, he wasn't as smooth as Regis was when it came to interacting with others.

"You look...beautiful by the way." Dettlaff paused, mentally starting to curse himself with this. How did he do this with Syanna? But then again, she was probably a bad person to judge this off of.

"Toussaint..it's been ages since I've been there." she sighed as she started to walk. She spent some time there when she was a lot younger and had not returned since. Rose had heard about the things that happened in Toussaint with the beast and all, but she didn't think much of it. Vampires killing humans was surely not something she approved of, but it was nothing new to her. It was comforting to know that things had returned to normal rather quickly, at least from what she heard.

Rose took a deep breath, enjoying the cool night air. It was nice to know he enjoyed her company as much as she did his. She couldn't remember the last time she had such pleasant company. Something that surprised her was that he didn't make any comments about her unique appearance or ask about it. Usually her albinism was something people, even fellow vampires, couldn't resist being curious about.

"What else do you do when you're not working on toys?" she asked curiously. Most vampires had many skills and hobbies. Their long lifespans allowed for it. No need to be concerned about not having enough time for something. If they had one thing, it was time.

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She had been speaking out loud to herself, not meaning for it to come off as something she didn't know. After all, she was a mage. Magic was her speciality. It was practically in her veins and bones, in a manner of speaking.

"Well...I've recently been learning how to specialize in becoming a Rift Mage. It's far different from what I would do as a healer before. Before it was simple, use some elfroot and ask for help from Spirits of Compassion. But this..." she pauses, chuckling nervously. "As Solas would put it, 'I'm drawing upon the Fade, pulling matter from it to attack and use against my enemies.'"

Ellana rests a hand on her chin, deeply thinking, while looking at the practice dummies. "Figured it would be good for me to pick up and learn since being Inquisitor comes with making not just allies, but enemies too." She needed to learn how to better defend herself and her team.

"How have you been?"

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Hope felt that urge within her kicking up again, her hand twitching over the blade she held in her hand with excitement as dark thoughts started plaguing her mind. She knew that if she continued to resist these urges, she'd end up with another headache and case of nausea.

It would just be easy to give in, let her urges win and not have to endure the pain...but it wasn't in her to give up without a damn fight!

Blue eyes glance over to the vampire spawn at his own tent, somehow feeling comforted by his presence. It at least helped to sim the urges a little. She doesn't want to put him in harm's way, but yet, can't help herself by walking over to him, making sure to put her knife away first. Astarion was the only one to accept her right away and not treat her differently for these...dark urges. He was the only one she could truly confide in with this.

"Hey. It's happening again." She pauses, clutching her head, feeling the throbbing come on. "Do you have something that could help? Maybe a good wine or...could we gaze at the stars?"

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@maddmuses liked this post for a starter with Ciri in her Hogwarts Verse! --- (for Hermione)

It wasn't easy being the new fifth-year and transfer student who was not only a late bloomer when it came to magic, but something else entirely. Her adoptive parents had sent her to Hogwarts to learn how to control her abilities. It seemed she was the talk of the school, even in the Gryffindor common room.

However, she wasn't going to let it stop her. Holding a huge stack of books which was all the coursework she had to brush up on so she could stay in equal footing with everyone, Ciri had managed to lose her grip on them, bumping into someone. "Oh no. I'm so sorry. Let me help you." She offered a hand. "I'm Cirilla, but you can call me Ciri."

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Ciri took a deep breath, preparing herself as they entered the classroom. She was a bit sad to hear what had happened with Caranthir, but hoped he wouldn't be roped into anything else.

She tried to ignore the group of Rats on the way in, even as she heard one of them bark at her and friend. This caused her to roll her eyes, seeing how immature and terrible they still were.

Taking a seat, once again far away from them as she could, Ciri glanced at Avallac'h next to her. "As usual, ignore them." However, a grateful smile came to her face. "I'm glad I made a friend like you." He wasn't anything like them.

Her attention turned back to the front of the classroom, wondering what Professor Stregobor would be teaching them today.

"It's a little too late for that." He knew that Caranthir had already gotten his mark, already been brought into the fold by his father. His best hope was to prevent Eredin from getting his claws into him with those extreme views of his. "A bit like a disease isn't it? Passed from parent to child. I'm glad I had the chance to see a different view of the world otherwise we might never have been friends." He really wanted better for Caranthir and he hoped that somehow he could show him that different view of the world and let the boy make his own choice. Only time would tell would would become of him. Keeping close to her as they entered the classroom he didn't dare look at Stregobor or what he was doing. He didn't want to draw too much attention on them, but he had to be sure he got the seat next to her. Kayleigh and his group barked at him in passing. It'd become a little joke of theirs. He didn't bother to deny it, because if he was completely honest he'd sit down, roll over and play dead if Ciri only asked him to.

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @voidxxdrifting ↳ “Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.” to Kira!

She shrugs, rolling her blue eyes at him before taking a seat next to him. "And here I thought we'd both be pretty popular considering who our father's are and all..." After all, they were children of the two most famous Time Lord renegades. The looks some would give her in the halls didn't go unnoticed. "Where has my favorite troublemaker been? Hopefully keeping a low radar?"

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The witcheress couldn't help but shake her head at him, an amused smile on her face. It was amazing to think that she used to think of him a different way before--- as something more of a nightmare --- but now to only learn he was a silly knight, he had started growing on her.

❝ You do know that when someone calls you an idiot, you can disagree? Even argue. Even if it is me. ❞ Although it wouldn't change the fact that she did think of him as her idiot still. Ciri leans in towards him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. ❝ After all, you're not so bad. ❞

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @kingsxjewel ↳ ‘ what form does your fear take ? surely not that of a bear or a lion. such things are too assuring. ’

"I don't know what form my fear would take, but I've always had a natural affinity for wolves...so I suppose it would be that. There is a reason they call me the Dread Wolf."

He stands tall and proud, hands behind his back, addressing her. While he may not know the exact form his fears would take, he at least knows what form his regrets would take. There are plenty of them. He knows each name and face for them. It is something that always haunts him.

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Like the Sun for the Moon, I'd die for you every night so you can live

A Ciri x Cahir fanart inspired by Alessandro Puttinati's sculpture 'Paolo and Virginia' (1844)

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*sobbing in a corner* I'm not okay with this I also decided to give Cahir is scar on the forehead from the injury he got when he was with the Hansa, for uh- reasons

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✨ Dragon Age Starter Call // @woodcries (for Elian)

While some others of the Dalish may look at the elves of the City a certain way, right at this very moment, none of that mattered. They were equals and Grey Warden's. Lyna was still trying to process all that had happened in Ostagar, but even more so since that moment with the mirror, Tamlen, and Duncan arriving to recruit her. It had been a while ago, but it all still seemed so fresh to her, still trying to find a way through the storm of it.

Glancing at the other elf with concern, the warrior sat down next to her, extending some kindness. ❝ How are you holding up? ❞ After all, she probably had her own story to tell too. ❝ I don't know if I ever introduced myself. I'm Lyna Mahariel. ❞

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✨𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 — @ofstrangetimes ↳ “ oh no, by all means, continue walking that way. there’s probably not something waiting for you. go ahead.” ( - felassan @ whoever 👋 )

Inquisitor Lavellan raised an eyebrow at his obvious sense of sarcasm. She couldn't help but question it, knowing there was something he was trying to warn her about. With this, Ellana sighed. "And could you inform me of what would be waiting that way if I ventured over there?"

They had been looking around, running on a mission for the Inquisition. Having come across some elven ruins she'd never seen before, curiosity was getting the better of her, wanting to learn all she could about her people. "I know you would inform me if there was another way to go about this, wouldn't you, Felassan?"

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✨ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 // @musamulta — spotify wrapped starter call. ↳ “Dandelion” by Gabbie Hanna (for Gwen)

❝ When I was a little girl, my grandmother said to me; 'What's your favorite flower, darling? I'll get you the seed.' I said; 'Dandelion, Dandelion,' that one's so pretty. She said; 'Child, that one's not a flower, that one's just a weed.' ❞