#fitztrevelyan

[dreadwxlf]

@fitztrevelyan​ sent:  ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞

   ~   A chuckle leaves his lips at the remark. “ Perhaps not good poetry, but I suppose that is true. Do you say that because you happen to be drunk...midday? ” ~

[thebloodychampion]

@fitztrevelyan

Iorveth and Mistral Incorrect Quotes:

Iorveth: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Mistral: I beg to differ Iorveth: Then Beg 

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Mistral: How many kids do you have? Iorveth: Biologically, emotionally, or legally? 

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Iorveth: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Mistral: What did you do? Iorveth: Nobody died. Mistral: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?! 

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Iorveth: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Mistral: Mistral: Iorveth, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Iorveth: *Sips coffee from bowl* 

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Iorveth: God, give me patience. Mistral: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Iorveth: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead. 

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Iorveth: I’m going to take you out Mistral: great, it’s a date! Iorveth: I meant that as a threat. Mistral: See you at five!

[torntruth]

@fitztrevelyan​​​​​​​​​ :   🤭 Tickle my muse (for Ciri) —     nonverbal  !    /     definitely  always  accepting  .

It’s  nice    ...     for  once  in  Ciri’s  hectic  life.    To  just  sit  around.    Without  the  newest  guise  of  Empress.    Just  Ciri,   fingers  reaching  up  to  touch  the  scar  on  her  face  like  she  forgot  it  was  there.    Her  head  is  leaning  against  the  tree.    Somewhere  in  the  distance  a  cow  moos.    She  smiles,   just  the  slightest.

Hand  falls  away  from  her  scar.   Blue  eyes  track  the  other  woman  moving  in.   One  of  Ciri’s  eyebrows  raise.    It’s  been  awhile  since  she’s  had  any  playful  fun.   She  doesn’t  get  to  see  Geralt  or  Cerys  very  often  anymore.    So  yeah,   she  definitely  doesn’t  even  stop  Mistral,   it  truly  doesn’t  register  until  Mistral’s  hands  are  on  her  side  and  Ciri  is  laughing  lightly.   Her  own  hands  reach  up.    She  actually  absolutely  wraps  the  other  woman  into  a  full-fledged  hug  before  pushing  them  both  to  the  ground.

[vattghcrn]

“You can play it sensible, a king of conventional, or you can risk it all and see.”

@fitztrevelyan || "The Other Side" sentence starters || accepting!

    “Don’t suppose that’s how you and your friend got separated in the first place.” The witcher’s head jerks, minimally so, toward Blackthorn—as if clarification is at all essential. “Messing around with portals—? Never a good idea." Even now, he’s far from trusting said magic, no matter how skilled the wielder. Too many ways it could go wrong, and Mistral’s own experience only justified that.

    Before she can immediately counter his words, though, he lifts a hand. “I get it. Can’t live without risks: gotta pick and choose what ones to take,” Geralt says, attention steadying on her face. “Was the one that landed you here worth it?”

[carelessgraces]

@fitztrevelyan said: ❝ I can be charming. I charmed you, didn’t I? ❞ (cocky cousin) ( cruel prince sentence starters | accepting )

She lets out a snort of amusement, eyebrows arched, eyes dancing with mirth. “Don’t get too excited,” Astoria warns. “I’m still not entirely convinced.” 

     But it’s a lie and anyone listening knows it. She doesn’t even try to sell it; she wrinkles her nose, pretends to be annoyed, but she lets out a sigh and gestures for Mistral to move past her. “Be charming, then,” she says dryly, but her eyes are still alight with laughter. “If you want to wade into whatever that is, then be my guest. It saves me the trouble of having to deal with that many Orlesians.” 

     All around them is noise and movement, aristocrats keeping a careful eye on their movements, their interactions. Even the most lighthearted teasing and humor carries meaning here; the Game is incessant, and Astoria is well-enough versed in it to know that even the slightest and most innocent neglect of the countless rules and expectations can lead to disaster.

     But... but. If anyone can handle this, it’s Mistral. Astoria has seen how she moves through the world. She wonders if part of it is, simply, that a bastard moves differently than a legitimate daughter — constantly aware of how her history might be used against her.

     “Make me proud,” she teases. “I trust you.”

     ( An admission she doesn’t make lightly. )

[fates-looking-glassarchive]

Barb;

The rain begun as a drizzle, but before long became a merciless downpour - forcing any wayward traveler to find some sort of shelter or risk bringing about illness. 

The shelter that would appear almost miraculous, a house that might’ve been missed if Mistral had looked a moment later - the building slowly being over taken by nature once more.  But it’s roof, though a tree had started growing out of one of it’s holes, it still looked mostly intact otherwise - providing enough coverage to give her a chance to get dry and even stay dry.

It’s interior is abandoned, with how much the outside has already begun to seep in -  the smell of old rot and the mildew of the rain. 

lost in the rain / starter for @fitztrevelyan 

[chaotiicgoods]

@fitztrevelyan​ said: “…Do we always end up on top of each other?” (sorry she's being cocky :-P from training turned tension starters, for Ciri!)

Ciri had been wondering the same thing since they had started sparring together. So of course, yes, they always ended up on top of each other. There was something really ATTRACTIVE about the other, so even if Ciri was trying to concentrate on the training itself, it would be a lie to say that she wouldn’t like to do something else instead.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She replied, with SARCASM in her voice as a playful smirk cross her features. A part of her just wanted to stay there, on the top of Mistral, but she needed to stay focused, as long as they were sparring, anyway... “Sometimes, I wonder if we’re actually training.” 

TRAINING TURNED TENSION STARTERS | ACCEPTING

[a-byronic-heroine]

❝ you’re about to become my hostage if you don’t back the fuck up. ❞ (verse of ur liking)

The emotional outbursts and melodramatics of humans would never cease to amaze her. Not amazed like one would be at a new, unique magic spell but amazed like one was when watching a carriage crash. She didn’t mean to end up teleporting there. She was being pursued in Skellige by Eredin. She felt the chill of his armor encased in Frost at her back and did the only thing she could. She teleported. Doing so without knowing where the hell she was going was beyond risky. Her head could end up in Novigrad while the rest of her sank to the bottom of the Southern seas, but that was a far better death than what her own kind would no doubt do to her. The portal opened somewhere off the ground which left her unceremoniously dumped out into the dirt with a thud. She managed to pull herself upright quickly. Her training forced her to fight through the pain. Magic flared around her as a spectral blade formed in her hand and she pointed at the closest moving thing. A human woman.

“Bí tostach, péiste.” She snarled. By all the universes, her head was spinning, and the human was making it worse. Blood was beginning to trickle down her nose. Too much magic at once. Her reserves were depleted, and trying to draw magic from the atmosphere was like trying to run while breething through a hollow reed. The blade vanished as soon as it had been formed. “Ciallaíonn mé aon dochar duit.” She paused.

Right. Humans didn’t speak Ellylon. Best to speak to them in their own tongue. “And where am I,” she hissed as she felt an injury burning on her back. “Where am I supposed to back up to? We’re in a,” she looked around. “A forest?”

@fitztrevelyan

[masakratragedia]

A Witcher’s Work.

The sun was a pale coin trapped behind a dark veil. Clouds gathered and a humidity clung to the air. Geralt shifted in his saddle, guiding Roach along the dirt path that led further into the woods.

Among the greenery he followed the tracks of the Scoia’tael band he’d agreed to look for on Ioverth’s request. The rebel leader had been insistent and the coin  was enough to convince the witcher to investigate.

Crossing through a copse of alders, Geralt noted how the tracks broke off. He saw churned up earth. Scratches in the dirt. Evidence of a struggle. Climbing off Roach, he crouched, inspecting the scene in further detail. 

More tracks. Large footprints. Too big to belong to any human or elf. He inhaled the stench of dry blood. Still relatively fresh. Tying Roach to a tree, The witcher set off on the new trail, feeling the battle tension coursing through his body. 

[fitztrevelyan]

"Some days 

I’m more WOLF than WOMAN

and I’m still learning 

how to stop apologizing 

for my wild”

Canon divergent Trevelyan penned by Em. 

credits

[mandragoramanners]

❝ please don’t hurt me. i’m lost. ❞  c:

The Witcher Starters ; Always Accepting                      @fitztrevelyan

          Mandrake was rare in these parts. Rarer, still, with the templar-mage war blazing through the countryside; if not plucked for the potency of its subterfuge, it was surely being used as a last-ditch effort at healing. Each excursion from the ancient tomb he'd chosen to house him for the time being led him further and further..... At present, it was well over a day's travel that he'd wandered in search of herbs, yet he pressed ever further out in sheer determination. The innocents caught in the crossfires of this bloody conflict should, were they rationing what was given properly, be in need of more sooner rather than later. Regis knew how to make such supplies out of considerably little; what else could he do?

     Nearby footsteps had been caught more than a mile away, but were they friend or foe, he paid them no mind. Humans were hardly as perceptive as he; it wouldn't take much to interweave, but never cross paths. And still.... Somehow this mystery human was determined to catch up; they'd approached with Regis' attentions solely on the elfroot in front of him, and the surprise of being found had him spinning on heel, eyes still narrowed in concentration.

     "Hurt you...?" In and of itself, nigh puzzling. But, he supposed, he did rather look to be one of the rampant mages. "I have no such need nor intentions. In fact, I would much rather continue to collect my herbs if you do not mind."

     What had thus far been gathered found proper home in the satchel hanging from his shoulder, though fingers gripped the strap in uncertainty. ".... You said you're lost...?"

[oflyrium-andlove]

❛  have  you  lost  something  again ?  ❜ (from @fitztrevelyan or even Cullen u decide)

@fitztrevelyan

Besides my mind, you mean? The curt reply was on the tip of his tongue when he bit it back. He knew his irritation to be more a product of his own mounting stress than actually directed at the woman before him. It was a stress that seemed to grow in direct proportion to the pile of missives on his desk that multiplied every time he looked at it. 

Shifting himself from where his weight had been bearing down against the desk and back up into a standing position, he raked a hand slowly over his face.  “I was just penning a response to the Lady Ambassador and now it seems to have vanished off the face of Thedas.” 

The Commander did not mention that he strongly suspected foul play in its disappearance, especially after the barrage of pranks he had been victim to lately. With a sigh, he crossed his arms over his chest in hopes of imitating an ease that he did not truly feel. “Though I do not suppose you came all the way here to help me search. What can I do for you?”

[rebelliousfamily]

❛ How do I know what you’re saying is the truth? ❜ (for Renfri pls 🙂)

@fitztrevelyan

"Well, I guess that you're not going to know. There's no truth potion or anything." Renfri shrugged slightly and gave a little shrug. She knew that there wasn't really much point in finding a way to let the truth be known.

[fckingbard]

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into an apothecary.❜ (from Bad Idea starters)

"The only way I am doing this is if you guarantee me there are copious amounts of human-compatible narcotics that I can abuse without a single ounce of regard for my own health."

[pellelavellan-a]

“Give me five seconds to think of a lie then I can explain EVERYTHING!” Bc I want Pelle to have a good laugh, and she’s so up for a shenanigan

He blinks, staring at her with a twinge of concern.

"Wait what did you do??"

[born-of-loss]

A Simple Spar

[ closed starter for @fitztrevelyan ]

The stare Reina fixes the other woman with is not challenging, per se, but keen. Intent. She lifts her chin and cocks her head to one side.

“A little birdie told me that you may be a good sparring partner?” She asks. It’s not great, as far as first meetings, to want to fight someone, but Reina is in need of a sparring partner and beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, this woman appears to be a similar build to Reina, so they may be better matched.