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

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falls asleep and drools on his shoulder a lil bit 😪      /        @korctyshka​​

❛   𝐕 .    𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐔𝐏 ,  ❜    𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓     gives  her  a  small  shove ,      arm bending up to nudge the girl   awake   while she’s still coherent .      ❛    V ,     ❜      he grunts the ridiculous name out again ,    a scolding tone to it .    The stone below them sent a chill across the curl of his spine ,   slowly  heated  from their forms ,   reminding him of the minutes falling at his feet .

He doesn’t make much habit of  babysitting  people who rope themselves into his business .    Or so he’d  argue  as much .   The mercenary ,   at the very least ,   wasn’t hurt out of  stupidity  so much as  chance .   Chance that they’d been by a  ghoul nest  and not a mere  feeding pyre .    She seemed fine enough taking out just a  few .    That doesn’t mean she’d be  prepared  to fall on another three at her back .    Geralt can admit he had been foolish in not organizing himself accordingly .    Teamwork’s  not exactly his  niche .

                         ❛     You might be  injured ,     ❜      he starts again ,   trying for reason rather than order .   He gives an impatient huff as he looks to try and sense any incoming footsteps or shapes in the distance .   There’s nothing .   Impatience furls around his cut ,    teeth clenching in irritation he’s  trying  not to focus V’s way .        ❛     Stay up until the priestesses arrive .    They’ll  decide if you can rest .     ❜

[bldmdn]

                                    howdy folks here’s your biggest mistake with her                                 latest  mistake ,   the one and only ,   miss  rita skeeter

(  cis female  |  she/her  |  karrueche tran  )   ——   isn’t that  RITA SKEETER ?  yeah that is them, sitting there at the  RAVENCLAW  table with those other  SEVENTH  years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees   glittering lipgloss over sly smiles,  satin hair ties,  glossy copper shells,  unexplained scratches,  ink stains on long fingers,  and endless whispers .  anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty  SUPERFICIAL,  IMPERTINENT,  and PRYING.   apparently they’re a  NEUTRAL and  HALFBLOOD  but i’m sure that’s not related. ——   [ cel : the frozen pits of humanity : she/her ]

𝑰.       𝐻𝐼𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑌           »                she’s  harsh ,   baby   —   a  ball  of  fits .    they  wine  and  dine  and  stop  at  the   magazine  stands   in  the  the  superstore  out  back .   black  cherries  and  white  polyester  sheets ;    they  call  her   sweetheart   with   painted  cheeks .

tw ;   drinking    —   she’s very much the type to be able to sober up in seconds if needed, can cry on cue, etc. etc.

𝑰𝑰.     𝐴𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑆𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇      »                hours  for  every   stray   lock ,   minutes  of   pomposity   and  no  sights  for   simple .   the  world  is  both   hers   and   void   of   her  all  at  once .   the  light  in  the   side   of  your  eye  until  you   blink   to  face  it .

this is pretty hard though — empathy def isn’t her strong suit and the best way to make her get it is to put it in some form of relatable perspective, which, again — is hard, bc she’s both hella privileged but not so much so it swings into the negative again. 

𝑰𝑰𝑰.    𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑌        »

she’s a snitch and a Fake but she’s not Entirely cut throat ok

born & raised as an only child in a non-struggling family so u can Guess where she gets the stubborn ego

𝑰𝑽.   𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝑃𝐿𝑂𝑇𝑆      »

friend group  —  people she hangs around with and “like her” at least on a superficial level. 

deals  —  people she manages intel with.  her insiders, etc. she’s only really got the juicy Goss to give but she’s good at doing the odd task for sabotage, etc. too from her skills of just having eyes and ears everywhere.

enemies  —  or really just people who ruddy hate her either from something she’s done in the past, just the way She Is, etc. she’s going to be completely dismissive of any distaste towards her tho so be warned

soft spot  —  i just.... rly want the instance of where she does back down and steps away from gossip for 1 particular person bc they make her go oh... and she can do summ sweet instead and bonus points if they make fun of her for it :^)

real rumours  —  idk every plot out there so if u got smth juicy you’re okay with rita finding out pls lmk it will fuel me (and obv we can go over whether she does/doesn’t spread it)

FAKE rumours  —  pls......... just give me the ok to make shit up about your chars and she can spread that too lmao

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟏 ．»     ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ    ∕     isms ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟐 ．»     ʰᵃᵘⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵖʳᶦⁿᵗˢ    ∕     aes ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟑 ．»     ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿⁿᵉᵈ    ∕     vis ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟒 ．»     ᶜᶦᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ    ∕     ask ．

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

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟔 ．»     ᵒʰ ʰᶦ ᵐᵃʳ    ∕     ooc ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟕 ．»     ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵘⁿ ᵇᵃʳʳᵉˡˢ    ∕     hcs ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟖 ．»     ˢˡᶦᵛᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ    ∕     vignette ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟗 ．»     ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᵗᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃˡˡ    ∕     meta ．

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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 .

[witcr]

‘ your world doesn’t make sense. ’        /        @snowinabottle     :     richard siken  ( open )

𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐈𝐓 ?   𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒  𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄       hypocrisy  sits       in  those  words .    an  argument  can  be  made ,   with  much  more  fervour ,   geralt  would  argue ,   in  reverse .    not  that  he   will   argue  the  fact .    instead ,   he  turns  the  the  princess ,   eyeing  her  carefully .             ❛       whether  it  makes  sense  or  not  isn’t  going  to  change  it .      ❜         regardless  of  the  part  you  play ,   that’s  all  the  witcher  can  see  in  life  having  value  to  worlds  they  inhabit .    a  body  doubles  as  a  disguise .    all  you're  gifted  with  is  an  ability  to  hide  in  it .    you  have  to  reign  what  it  reveals ,    how  you  let  it ,    or  you  can  shake  it  off  as  a  portrait .    a  relic :    for  all  you   could   be .    at  the  core  of  his  memories ,    there's  a  knife  in  his  hands ,    jumping  from  meat  to  wood  to  hay  to  flesh   —   before  he  knows  it ,    it  bleeds .    soon  it's  but  a  breast  underneath  him  again .    soon  it  feels  like  nothing .    he's  the  mirror  image  of  all  he  wanted  to  protect  against .    nothing  comes  without  a  price .    any  scrap  of  control  you  think  you  have  is   luck   alone .    in  the  end ,    you  don't  get  to  choose .    no  one  will  tell  you ,    either .    time  alone  will  feed  your  questions ,    and  it'll  never  leave  you  full .    knowing  this ,    he  asks :          ❛        think  anyone  feels  their  world   makes  sense ?     ❜

[witcr]

"could you hold this?" places a baby in his arms without waiting for his reply.    /    @worstheir​

❛     𝐻𝐼𝑆𝑇  -   ❜      𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐀  𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 .      he’s  cut  off  before  even            stating  the   new queen’s   name ,    let alone  chiding  her for thrusting a  child  into his hands .    The clench of his teeth relaxes into an abiding sigh .    Might as well start taking orders from  her majesty  now ,   huh ?

            She’s heavier than he expected .    Solid form  &  so unlike the bed of feathers   /  fragile thing he saw her as in passing plans .    Security ,    they’d called it .    Hope ,    when they were feeling generous .    It ,    like a  baby  could bear  being  such burden .    Even grow to handle it .            ❛      Not exactly  scared  of me ,    are you ?      ❜         he tells the baby ,    bringing her around to rest across his arms .    She’s only been gurgling so far .          ❛     Yet .     ❜         he  adds  on ,    smiling  privately .    It must be a learning process ,    to  fear  the unusual .    Though maybe Sasha’s already accepted this as her  usual .    The superintendence ,    the weight in everyone’s eyes .    The bloodshed ,    spoken or otherwise .    Geralt doesn’t know how much she really  faces ,    but at least she isn’t crying at  his .

[witcr]

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 .    ❜

[witcr]

“you want a better story. who wouldn’t?”        /        @vaenefica      :     richard siken  ( closed )

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃  𝐅𝐀𝐑  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄       power  than  geralt’s  ever  cared      to   recognise .    the  way  they  mold  and  shape  the  thoughts  and  physicalities  of  the  world   around  them   —   shaving  sides  and  shaping  edges  until  it  fits  just  right .     fight  and  flee  all  you  want  ,    but  you  cannot  change  a   stubborn  man .   that  requires  patience ,    planning   —   ample  time  coercing  minds  and  playing  with  ideas .     it’s  why  he  stays  so  far  from  politics .    tries  to ,    anyways .    he  never  appreciates  the  observation .    opinions  make  for  a   dice  roll   in  promise ,    but   assumptions   leave   little  to  be  salvaged .    a  double - edged  sword   /   meant  to  tear .   one  end :   and  they’re  wrong .   a  guess  hitting   spectre  dust   —   it  plunges  deep  and  heavy  in  your  gut .    you’re  left  wondering  what  had  them  ever  feeling  such  a  way .    you  live  on  being  too  careful  of  reasons  concocted  by  your  own  mind ,    or  insecure  of  never  living  up  to  those  wishes .    the  other  edge ,    and  the  observation  slices  you  open  for  the   world   to  see .    neither  are  desirable  to  a  witcher .

                            but  he  had  slipped ,   earned   the  comment ,   and  tenses  his  jaw  in  midst  of  his  ramifications .    geralt  looks  at  the  woman  with  narrowed  eyes ,    evading  the  rhetoric  like  it’s  personally  wronged  him .       ❛     few ,    but  i  don’t  doubt  they  exist .     ❜       he  tells  the  witch  instead .     though  he  knows  he  isn’t  the   hardest   to  read   —   not  with  anyone  who  knows  what  to  look  for   —   he  lays  the  line  of  question  with  his  statement :        ❛      who’s  to  say  i’m  not  one  of  them ?     ❜

[witcr]

" you saved my life. "      /        @fhynite​​​​​  :     richard siken   ( open )

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄 ,       the  familiarities  begin       and end there .     flora hits  humid  by his senses ,    the hands ,   wrapping tight ,   hinting richer tones .    the witcher opens his eyes in languid ,   heavy blinks ;   neck aching as it turns to the source .   while the thick of trees tell him nothing ,   the voice does .   soon his companion shapes more than shades of  copper  and interstices of light .    he doesn’t remember what he’d asked .    the little amounts of breath in his lungs are all that hint he’d spoken first .

                                  ❛      and now you owe me  mine  ?     ❜        it’s meant to come off as more of a  joke  than it does .   the twist in his brows lean toward pain rather than mockery ,   a flinch in his ribs  jeering  as he sits .   geralt lifts an arm  —   his good arm  —   before she can react .         ❛       leave it ,    frankie ,     ❜        he insists .         ❛       i’m awake .    i’ll handle it from here .     ❜        he isn’t too far from the nearest temple .   shouldn’t  be ,   at least  —   unless he’s been out longer than he  cares  to guess .   he trusts any druid  /  knows  the woman here .    there is ,   nonetheless ,  a  clenching  in his gut that doesn’t come from the injuries sustained there .    but he can tell himself as much :   there’s little to be had of making his work  compensated .   it’s why he so eagerly  sticks  to certain healers .    deals  are a market ,   and he’s in no state to bargain it .

[witcr]

" people like to think war means something. "      /        @soliidtrust​  :     richard siken    ( open )

❛     𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐘𝐄𝐓 ,   ❜    𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒      his  gaze  up ,    shoulders      raising  with  the  shake  of  his  head .      ❛       it  never  does .     ❜         he  hadn’t  meant  to  drag  petra  into  the  topic .    he’s  sure  this  isn’t  her   first    choice ,   either   —    hearted    as  she  is .   but  he  doesn’t  mind  the  company .    it  likely  wasn’t   him  ,   up  so  late ,   that  she’d  imagined  to  be  lurking  the  kitchens ,   but  she  hadn’t   faltered    coming  in ,    either .

                                the  night  whistles ,    sinister ,    under  a  moonless  chill .    it  seems  fitting .    not  even  the  stars  wish  to  face  each  other .         ❛        it  failed  us  in  paradis .   it  failed  us  here .    and  here  we  are ,    giving  it    another  shot .      ❜         he  huffs ,   head  dropping  before  he  turns  to  petra  again ,          ❛        is  that  what  you  think ,    too ?      don’t  get  me  wrong .    i'm  not  telling  you  to   give  up    —   or  that  we  all  should .    but  don't  get  your  hopes  up ,     ❜         he  tells  her .          ❛       victory . . .   is   bittersweet .    a  temporary ,     fleeting    thing .       ❜          losing  a  war  is  one  thing .    winning    is  another .    winning    is  what  got  them  here .     overwatered  roots  sit  there  and   rot .   it’s  a  vicious  cycle ,    one  he  almost  wished  karl  fritz  had  just  done  his  fucking  job  for .    give  them  the  island  but  let  them  all  be  .    let  the  seclusion  settle .    let  everyone  keep  what  they  have ,   no  losses  needed .    

but  geralt  knows  better .    he  knows  how  that’s  just  it .    people  always   want    what  they  can’t  have .    old  fritz  believed  he’d  been  doing  right  by  hiding  them  of  the  truth .    trapping    them  of  it .     it  didn’t   matter    now .    geralt’s  downed  his  drink ,    and  decides  against  getting  another ,    standing  up  to  close  the  bottle  instead .          ❛      go  back  to  bed ,    petra .    we  have  an  early  morning .     ❜

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tag drop .

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟏 ．»     ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ    ∕     isms ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟐 ．»     ʰᵃᵘⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵖʳᶦⁿᵗˢ    ∕     aes ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟑 ．»     ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿⁿᵉᵈ    ∕     vis ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟒 ．»     ᶜᶦᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ    ∕     ask ．

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

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟔 ．»     ᵒʰ ʰᶦ ᵐᵃʳ    ∕     ooc ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟕 ．»     ˡᶦᵏᵉ ˢᶦˡᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵘⁿ ᵇᵃʳʳᵉˡˢ    ∕     hcs ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟖 ．»     ˢˡᶦᵛᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵏᵘˡˡ    ∕     vignette ．

❛     ⍀     𝟎 𝟎 𝟗 ．»     ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᵗᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵃˡˡ    ∕     meta ．

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❛     𝒱.  2.0.     ∕      »     𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  /  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓    (  modern  )  ．

❛     𝒱.  3.0.     ∕      »     𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 !    (  re: village  )  ．

❛     𝒱.  4.0.     ∕      »     𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄   /   𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐊    (  snk  )  ．

❛     𝒱.  4.1.     ∕      »     𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ?    (  snk  )  ．

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i think i need to do this alone.      /        @eochair​​​​​  :     richard siken  ( open )

❛     𝐈𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 ,      i  won’t  stop  you .      ❜        His chest clamours in gentle persuasion .   He’s half - answering  himself :   his own hesitation .   He can see both sides of the coin ,   beyond any doubt .   They stand on rubble and ruins ,   covered pyres by the craftsmanship of the south .    Despite it ,    the horrors of a lost kingdom aren’t hidden in the shadows ,    here .    Not in the way Nilfgaard must  want ,    from what the witcher has gathered of them   —   of their  words   —   so far .    It feels far less like he doesn’t belong than it did in his first visit here ,    so long ago .   Maybe it’s why no one’s caught on to them yet .    He  worries  about the recognition .    He worries about what can come from a population left with little  hope .     A hand comes up to grasp firmly over Ciri’s shoulder ,   regardless .    Geralt’s eyes fall from the patched houses ,   and back to her .    

                              ❛      Go ,     ❜       he says ,   letting his arm fall .        ❛       This was  your  home to lose ,   Ciri .    I won’t force you to relive it with me  .     ❜

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nice hair.      /        @fleshunted​

𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍 ,   when he turns to it .   If it wasn’t for the absolute trust Geralt holds in his own hearing ,    he would’ve almost thought to have  imagined  that the girl blocking it off had even uttered a single word .    The surviving Ackermans ,   for all their strengths ,   didn’t hold much in  words  or expression ;    as far as he can tell .   The corner of his mouth rises at the fact that she did ,   though   —   and at what she felt so inclined to share .

               ❛     Nice cut ,    ❜     he tells her in turn .      ❛   Bet that gets in the way less ,    now .   ❜        It’s nearly a  gag  to him ,    how often he’s told to cut his own hair for  similar  reasons .    In a way it proves true .    No matter your strength ,   lacking weight fares simpler on the battlefield .    Yet  /  somehow ,   he's noticed   —   she always lets it shade her eyes .   They’re  dark  eyes .    Strands feasting over a deep shadow  /  aching night .   He'd place it as  tired ,   but he's seen the faces of  many  tired soldiers .   Hers is  worn .   Not breaking ,   but cracked   —   patched up by a fragile thing she's made strong  within  her .    He can tell from experience ,    not empathy .    It's not a  reflection  he sees ,   mirroring the upside of his blade .   It's a portrait in itself .   If there was a wolf there ,   it'd be biting itself    —   the pain raw  /  aching ,   above the feast .    Teeth / over flesh  .    A vile thing indeed ,   but nothing soothes craved relief like the illusion of pain  /   the disjoint satisfaction of it .    There's nothing else to do with it .   (  If it feels wrong ,   don't feel it  ) .    He wonders if the girl doesn’t feel it ,    or if she simply lives by its air /  lungs black with exposure .

    He’ll never ask .

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i’m bleeding, i’m not just making conversation. - lara      /        @starlyht​​ ​  :     richard siken  ( open )

𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒   —   a   reaction   holding  higher     weight to your body's outcome than its face - value .    slicing   flesh makes it   hungry ,    new ;  a being waiting to be fed tears of shock and agony and use it as an  excuse  continue torturing itself .     it's only best to let it starve .   maybe idle chatter isn't exactly the clearest way of doing that .      ❛   right .    sit down .     ❜

                            the sorceress seems to be handling it well ,    aggression aside .   geralt doubts she’ll be stressing herself into  stupor  any time soon   —   although he doubts even more that he'll be able to  help  very much better than she would herself ,   once her energy recovers .    but despite some depletion ,    he isn’t short on gauze or cleaners .    or   room   to rest .    any immediate danger should be long gone ,    by now .    not that it’s much of a  relief   —  trouble seems to find his company like  moth  to a flame .    or ,   it seems ,    she   does .    geralt turns to his bag .         ❛    how deep’s the cut  ?     ❜     he asks ,    offering a flask of water .

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geralt was probably on the property for less than ten minutes before sera immediately appeared by his side, watching her sibling do the motions of taking care of roach. ".....i heard you got yourself a bard." she was grinning widely.    /    @astralwalker​​

𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋      when  he  hears  sera .            geralt doesn't turn around .    he needs to bring roach over to the trough ,    and uses it as an excuse to turn away .

                              ❛       a bard has  found  me ,       ❜         he stresses ,   bracing for whatever's to  come  of it .    it isn’t like he rejected the man’s idea to write of him   /   isn’t  like  he   hated   the idea .    the lies in it ,    perhaps  —  but there's a selfish  comfort  in them too .    the idea of painting a different  tale  than the  other  lies spun of him that might tip the scales in favour of everyone ,   sera included ,   even a bit .   he failed to think forward enough of how  fast  this could happen ,   let alone how it’d look ,   exactly ,   when it would come back to kaer morhen .   geralt resides himself to having to nip whatever seed’s been  forming  soon as he can ,    now .

          ❛     where’d you even hear this ?     ❜