#ciri interactions

[taleswritten]

@writtenmisfits sent

"Merry Yule, Geralt." Jaskier says with a smile on his face as he hands the cloth-wrapped object off to the Witcher. Inside he would find a new pair of riding gloves. Nothing fancy or expensive, as Jaskier knew the Witcher would never wear them if he thought they'd cost the bard fortune. No, they are steady, sturdy, and comfortable, much like the man they were gifted to.

"And for our dear and lovely Witch..." Jaskier teases her with a grin on his lips, handing her the small parcel box. Within the box is a small vile of her favorite scent. "Merry Yule, darling..."

Jaskier can almost feel Ciri's anxious eyes on him and he grins as he pulls out one more present from behind his back, a small red velvet bag. Inside is a set of pan pipes. If Geralt was teaching her to be a Witcher, and Yen was teaching her the ways of Chaos, Jaskier felt it was about time to add the bardic arts to the young princess' repetoire. "Merry Yule, Ciri. I'll teach you a few songs."

Geralt takes the gift from Jaskier, unwrapping the cloth with ease. A pair of riding gloves. How observant his bard is with the way he must have noticed his old gloves are falling apart. These are well made though not expensive. Perfect for their use. He'll have to slip them on when they leave today. "Thank you, Jask." He wants to say he doesn't have to gift him anything but he knows the bard will only respond with 'nonsense'.

"For me?" Yennefer says, her lips curling into a teasing smile because of course - if the bard knows what's good for him, he won't leave her out of anything. Upon opening the box, her smile gets wider, and she leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. "A girl can never have enough of her favorite scent."

Ciri's so anxious and ready for her gift that she's bouncing on the balls of her feet, leaving Geralt and Yennefer to look at her with fondness. "Patience." Geralt says softly and she stops bouncing around.

Ciri is fascinated by what's inside the bag and her eyes light up in excitement as he mentions that he'll teach her some songs. "Really? You promise?"

"Of course he does, darling." Yennefer speaks up and Ciri pauses after a moment. "What about Jaskier? Doesn't he deserve a gift?"

"He'll get his gift later, darling, don't worry about it." It takes everything in Geralt not to pay attention to Yennefer's words - the minx has always been trouble, even now.

No harm done, one glance at Ciri tells Geralt the girl is more interested in her gift than the implication behind Yennefer's words.

[taleswrittena]

@bcrninghearts​ from here cause of editor issues

She’s unsure of how she feels about him helping her on contracts when she usually goes on them alone. The only ones she’s really ever worked with is Geralt and Yennefer who might as well be her parents. It would take some getting used to, to work with someone else, but as long as he can handle himself - Ciri is not opposed to it.

“Alright but you need to follow my lead.” She knows far more about this world and the monsters that inhabit it than he does. She also knows that not all of the monsters truly mean harm, Geralt had taught her that, and she doesn’t want him trying to kill monsters without getting the full story.

“You’re not the only one who had to fight to survive. I went from being a Princess to a girl on the run who’s entire Kingdom had fallen.” No, they’re not really all that different after all.

“They’re specters in this world but they want me for my Elder Blood. My power. Their King wants....” God, it disgusts her to even say it. “To....well....have my children so that he has the power of the Elder Blood through them. It’ll allow him access to a gate that will allow them to travel across time and space.”

[taleswritten]

Did she ever give off anything that would tell him otherwise? As teasing and bratty as she's being, she hopes not. She hopes he isn't viewing this way she's been acting as bad. She's only teasing.

"Of course I'm okay with it, Jaskier." This time her voice is softer so that he doesn't think she's just saying that, she really means it. If you ask her, it's about time it's happened.

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As much as he loves her, he didn't think he'd be able to love her even more. This just proves he can. He has always assumed Yennefer would be possessive, she doesn't like to share what she claims as hers, but it must be different with Jaskier.

He brushes his nose against hers affectionately, "Good." Geralt mutters, "I only wanted to make sure." It could have been a spur of the moment thing she had come to regret after all.

Geralt sits up and stretches for a moment. "I suppose we should go save him? Though, Ciri is telling him she approves of all three of us." Does that mean they shouldn't interrupt? Regardless, he's hungry and the food that Jaskier is cooking smells wonderful.

Jaskier really wishes the other two were awake now and coming through that door at any moment to save him from the teenage interrogator. Though he can't really begrudge them, the only reason he'd left the bed was because he awakened with far too much energy, still elated from the night before.

"All right, fine, yes, here..." Jaskier quickly fuddles about to grab a plate and half-hazardly scrabble together a plate of potatoes, sausage, and thick porridge and holds it out for Ciri to take.

"Your... parents... and I... we all care for each other, very deeply, and I think that is all that really matters, isn't it?" He asks, a little stunned at himself for finding he's actually a bit nervous about whether or not Ciri accepts the three of them being together in such a way.

"You're... okay with that, aren't you, poppet?"

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Yennefer smiles up warmly at the Witcher, violet eyes searching his face with tender care and truly finding him looking happier than he has in a very long time.

"If I wasn't certain, my love, I wouldn't have quite literally pushed him toward you." Her smile turns into that more satisfied smirk, and she reaches a hand up to brush fingers through his white locks.

"It's pointless to deny the bard's wormed his way into a special place in my heart. And I know you love him and he loves you, if his songs weren't obvious enough, it's in the way he looks at you when he thinks no one can see it, as you look at him..." There isn't jealousy there in her words, only a quiet and warm acceptance.

[lionnedecintra]

Fucking how ?!

[rogue205]

Way late to the party but I am still PISSED about how badly Eskel was both done dirty and absolutely wasted as a character in Netflix’s Witcher. They also seemed to realize that they forgot(for non-book readers) to show just HOW MUCH Eskel meant to Geralt so they also threw in that little “flashback” which also did nothing.

Will I ever stop being salty as fuck about that?

Nope. Not a chance.

That killed the show for me. That and how crappy Jaskier is also handled. I didn’t bother with season three.

[pixelephant]

i’ve been playing sooo much of the witcher 3 lately and it’s making me even more confused and annoyed about the people saying henry cavill was the perfect geralt lmao

[taleswrittena]

At that, Yennefer certainly gets a look. A sort of 'seriously?' look before she sighs. Of course, Yennefer would turn this into some sort of lesson. Why had she expected anything else?

"I won't hit Roach!" She exclaims as she walks out the door. She'll try to stay far away from the stable, actually, she would feel terrible if she hit the horse. Sure, it may be harmless, but she'd still feel terrible for it.

The idea of hitting Geralt with even ONE snowball made Yennefer laugh, and she gave a gentle nod. "We'll get him, and with whatever we don't get him with, we'll hopefully provoke him enough for a lesson in evasion. Fun is first and foremost the most important, but learning while we do it will be fun also."

She could only imagine the look she'd get from Ciri for that, but she couldn't help herself. Learning while they were having fun seemed like a compromise. It wasn't magical teaching, but it was still something that was essential. So, after opening the door, she motioned toward the stable.

"Let's just try to avoid hitting Roach in the process..."

[withinthem]

∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ starter for: xiao chiye. (@mvsicinthedvrk)

"I have been having these terribly weird dreams," Ciri looked over at Xiao Chiye with a sigh that followed and with the thoughts of how unsure they felt. She wasn't sure if the dreams meant anything important. They couldn't have, could they? Another huff of air exhaled. "I don't understand it and usually I would not care, but they keep recurring."

[taleswritten]

@writtenmisfits sent "Why would you hide this from us?!" (geralt to ciri)

She thought she could handle it, she thought she'd be fine. It turns out, Ciri was wrong. The wound she'd received from the last fight they were in has steadily getting worse, causing her movements to be sluggish and not as fast as she had been a few moments before.

He notices - of course he does. There's no denying the smell of Ciri's blood nor now the sight of the blood seeping through Ciri's clothing, she's starting to feel lightheaded now and she thinks - no she knows - that's not a good sign.

"I-I'm sorry!" Ciri instantly exclaims, she doesn't want Geralt angry at her or disappointed in her. "I thought I'd be fine but....Geralt, I don't.....I don't feel good." Her words are accompanied with a stumble, hand flying out to grasp at his arm to stop herself from falling.

[taleswrittena]

@malumxsubest sent

❝ sadness is like an ocean. sometimes we drown in it, but other times, we're forced to swim in it. ❞ @ ciri ( tv verse if that's okay uwu )

Emerald eyes fall from the woman's face down to the boots she wears. The wave of sadness that washes over her like a tidal wave is almost overwhelming. Feelings of guilt and grief nearly knocking the breath out of her.

Will there ever be a time where she gets over the loss of her Grandmother or her Kingdom? Will there ever be a time when she is less sad? Ciri's not so sure.

"Geralt says we can not afford to drown in it. We must hold our head up high and swim through it, just as you have said, but...." She pauses, a frown crossing her features. "But that's easier said than done."

[taleswritten]

She doesn't want to fear Chaos, she wants to wield it. To use it to her advantage and protect herself and the ones she loves. She never wants to be the weak meek little girl she had been before meeting Geralt and Yennefer again. She wants to be powerful like both of them.

Powerful like Yennefer with her ability to wield magic like a second skin, unafraid and fearsome. She wants to be like he mama and command Chaos to bend to her will. To face down enemies and laugh at their attempts to scare her and make her feel small.

She wants to be powerful like Geralt with his unflinching ability to shove a sword through any enemy that dares to stand in his way. One day, she will be, she thinks. One day she will be just like the both of them because she has them both to teach her and they will not fail her whereas so many others have. Of that, Ciri has no doubt.

And she takes comfort in that just as she takes comfort in Yennefer's reassurances that she will wield chaos like it was something she was born to do.

"I believe you, Yennefer." Ciri utters in response and she does. She truly does. She believes everything Yennefer is telling her. That one day it will be Chaos who fears her and bends to her will. With Yennefer's guidance, there is no doubt.

It's strange. Any other time and perhaps Ciri would flinch away from such a good touch but tonight it is soothing on her warm skin, skin flush from the nightmares she'd had previously, it feels nice like putting ice on a mending bruise and Ciri even leans into it.

No, she will not be stubborn like Geralt, for Yennefer knows what is best and why would she ever turn down such delectable treats anyway? She is, after all, still a child with a sweet tooth.

She shifts to offer her left hand to Yennefer while with her other she picks up the glass of apple juice and takes a couple of sips before settling on eating some of the fruits and candies. "I'm eating, I'm eating!" A sigh, more of a huff, "You worry too much, I'm not too cold, I swear."

@okruchlodu

Yennefer's fiercely tender, drowning gaze never falters from this child that has somehow become hers, wishing with everything that she has, that she can keep her safe- out of harm's way and alive; guide her hand towards the Chaos that is reaching out to seize her and teach her how to wield it so that she might never have to fear it and what it does to her body - so very small and delicate, riddled with such immensely furious power, Yennefer can scarce believe she has been able to contain it and remain unscathed by its flame.

She gathers her hands in hers, and exhales, breath pooling smoothly between the two of them, the air all around them, so very warm and drenched in her perfumes as she stirs upon the furs that swath her bed, moves closer, gathers her up and hugs her close, those bright, violet eyes always searching, reading the unspoken, the nuance of facial tics and body language, yearning to make sure Ciri feels as safe as she promises she does, not wanting her to suffer in silence for fear of what the enchantress might think of her. It is not weakness that commands her fear; it's neither lack of courage nor spinelessness that traps her in its grip; it is only, lack of control over the Power, that fills her dreams with terror, and floods her mouth with screams; and Yennefer shall do everything within her power and beyond, to make sure, control is once more bestowed upon her: that choice and the freedom that comes with it, is not violently ripped away from her, as it had once been torn from herself. Ciri will not live in the shadows, fearful of her own destiny: she will outrun fate itself and mold the world around her to her liking; she will thrive; Yennefer will make sure of it. Whether or not she remains in the picture, is irrelevant. There is nothing she will not do, nothing she will be stopped by, to make this happen. The price the world might have to pay for Ciri to be free, matters not at all to the sorceress.

The child whispers that she is no longer afraid, she is alright, horror no longer fills her mind, and Yennefer wonders, too, if the words are a mantra in hopes of a manifestation rather than an actuality. ❝ —I know you are... you won't be for much longer. Chaos is extending its hands towards you, still uncertain if you will be its tool or an obstacle in its design. That which Chaos shows you in your dreams is this very uncertainty. Chaos is afraid of you, but it wants you to be the one who fears it, to fill yo with such dread that you will never be able to overcome it. But you will. I will give you the Force and with it you will command that fear and you will make Chaos your tool. Those nightmares that fill your sleep... They are omens meant to consume you, but you will drown them in your fury and you will no longer dream of death. ❞ assures her Yennefer with fierce, furious resolve in her voice, and cradles her very closely, the star hung upon her neck throbbing, pulsating with magic as the spell she's cast to soothe the sting of fear that gnaws at the girl's very heart, thrums, heightens. She will no longer see those terrors in her dreams tonight. And tomorrow, Yennefer will begin giving her the Force in such a way that Chaos will no longer maliciously gnash its teeth at her, fearful of her magic. The magician touched her face. Her hand was as cold as ice but soft and loving. She sighed, a sharp, quick sound, and drew back, looking into those glittering emerald eyes, that sea of green fire. Her heart once more was seized with vicious love for her. ❝ —come now, you need rest and you need something to eat; look at you! so pale... ❞ Yennefer frets over her, voice sharp and breathless as she collects her self-composure and moves to pour Ciri a glass of apple juice that has now been warmed by the fire; some candied, fruit too, cherries, apples and pears, are brought over and Yennefer sits somewhere near her on the bed to make sure she eats, says, ❝ —do not play the stubborn mule like Geralt and eat up; the sugar will do your blood good. heavens your hands are ice! give me your left one. ❞ she commands and reaches for one of her hands, massaging it a little and warming it in hers, despite the natural chill of Yennefer's own skin that never seems to warm.

@taleswritten

[britneyshakespeare]

10 words every girl wants to hear

"jared, you have been evicted from the big brother house."

[a-song-of-rats-and-whales]

Don't listen to Roche/Ciri haters, please, for them even a post about this ship on my blog is spam and garbage. They believe that this ship has no right to exist because there are other more faithful ships, and Roche/Ciri is only for the incinerator because they have an unacceptable age difference.

[xradiant]

This wasn't where she had intended to go. Avalon had been what had been on her mind after she had left Geralt and Yennefer in their haven together. Yet this wasn't Avalon. This was somewhere unrecognizable. Everything around her was unfamiliar and she felt a little bit at a loss. She walked through the area, tall sheaves of grass blew in the warm wind and the sky was a pale expanse above them. No. She had never been here and this certainly wasn't the Continent either. She didn't like the feeling of not having control given how many times it had been ripped from her. She liked being in charge of herself, her surroundings, the powers that imbued her.

Instinctively her hand lowered to the sword at her hip, Swallow, as she walked. Her boots making a loud noise as they crushed grass underneath them. "Is someone out here?" She questioned, pulling the blade partially free but not drawing it entirely. She wanted to be on guard not in complete offensive posture. "I'd rather not attack anyone." She called it confidently, but hyperaware of her surroundings. She was fully prepared to draw her sword as she walked until she saw a figure ahead. All of her defensiveness and teachings of being on guard faded. Someone could be hurt! She couldn't allow and she supposed that she ought to blame Geralt, the spirit of her grandmother, even Yennefer for her sensitivity to those who might be in need. Always a wildcat unless someone needed her. "Hey! I see you! Do you know where we are?" She called as she broke into a run. "Do you need help?" - @inabcck

[taleswritten]

Ah. She should have known Geralt wouldn't have told the other Witcher about her. He's rather protective of her and he knows well that some Witchers would rather give her up for coin. He must not know Brenna well enough to trust she wouldn't.

However, Brenna is her closest means of survival right now. She knows enough to get by but having a Witcher on her side is always a good thing. A female Witcher at that! Geralt never mentioned female Witchers before!

"I didn't know there were female Witchers. Geralt always refuses to let me take the trials." Standing up from the spot she had been cowering in, she brushes her pants off before slowly approaching the Witcheress and her horse.

"My name is Ciri." Whether she'll know exactly who she is, Cirilla isn't sure but it doesn't matter. Brenna seems trustworthy and so she gives her a nod of her head, reaching out to touch Alistar's snout. "If you could help me find Geralt, I would be grateful."

@ofmythsandfables

❈ — Hesitation does not go unnoticed, yet the Griffin remains calm as she waits for the young girl to decide how to reply. Brenna does not hold it against her, for she is a stranger to her and owes her nothing. But if she knows Geralt and needs help, she would like to try and do so if the girl is willing.

Then the girl speaks, almost with conviction. And as Brenna thinks over her words, they don't seem to ring a bell.

"I unfortunately do not know what that means, young one. As you might know, the Wolf isn't one who invites many in and I am one of those many." She doesn't blame Geralt. Witchers keep most, if not all, information to themselves unless it proves absolutely necessary.

"I'm also unsure of his current whereabouts, but my tracking skills are up to par, so I will help you search for him if you'll allow me to. We need to get you somewhere safe. Out in the open like this and you're just a moving target."

Turning to her horse, the Griffin begins readying him for travel. "Alistair is friendly. You'd be able to ride him with no issue. Oh and, I'm Brenna. Unlike Geralt who is from the School of the Wolf, I am from the School of the Griffin. You do not need to tell me your name if you wish not to, though..."

@taleswritten

[anoddbunch]

@malumxsubest said: " oh? cannot sleep as well? it seems we share a common trait, i'd suppose. "

"It's something shared only by the best." She said with amusement, a small smile on her lips as she looked at the other woman. It was cold, too cold, and she hadn't been able to sleep at all tonight. "Do you usually come out here in the dead of night when you can't sleep?"