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[howsmysinging-archived]

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“Y- You know, you could do with a bit of sense of privacy!”  Quickly rushing behind the divider in the room, he would reach for the towel he’d just used to briefly pat dry his hair. Now, Jaskier wasn’t exactly a man with shame to him. Both he and Geralt had seen basically ever bit of their bodies, and he had no issue with most people seeing him like this in general.

Yennefer of Vengerburg, however? Oh, no. No-no-no-no, he was no fool. ...All the time.

“Geralt is not here! So, if you’re looking for him? W- Well, as I said, he’s not here! You can just head out an- and...” Gods, he didn’t know. He would just continue to ramble as he stood behind the room divider, drying the rest of his body off from his bath.

[nykrose]

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[Meme]

Could nothing be done in peace? There he was, putting all of his skill and effort into keeping his mustache from getting stained, and there she was. Doing that. Her fingers were tinged a deep purple even after being so coquettishly licked free of cherry juice, but he refused to look at them. It was all in his imagination, probably. No need to misinterpret anything.

Nyk gave her a look of utter disdain anyway, yellow eyes half lidded and pale mouth pulled into a frown.

[thegreatstrongbow]

“ unexpected guest “

send me    “ unexpected guest “   for my muse  ( receiver’s )   to find your muse  ( sender’s )   asleep in mine’s bed,   injured and exhausted,  after having broken into my muse’s home. 

To call it nice was a bit of a stretch, but it was home, a shack out in the wilds, sheltered from most of the elements by an overhang and just warm and private enough to see him through winter.

Beleg knew something was wrong the second he stepped inside. He could smell someone else here, faintly, the smell of life and... blood?

Sword drawn, he checked each little room before advancing on the bedroom.

“... Yennefer?”

[toshapeshift]

@fourmarksmage ♥’d for a lyric starter : blood in the cut  . 

          “ say  a  word ,  do  it  soon --  it's  too  quiet  in  this  room  . ”

[healertm]

@fourmarksmage​   liked for a one-liner !! starter call

❝  as much as i like seeing that pretty face of yours,   i hate that you are back again for the second time this week.  ❞

[southern-belle-outcasts]

@fourmarksmage

//I know we haven’t written anything with them together but in my baseline Farrar and Nil have hunted together so...yolo

[masakratragedia]

New Beginnings, Same Results.

A brisk wind rolled down the mountain, blowing through Geralt’s hair, causing it to rustle like the dead leaves falling from branches and becoming buried in sheets of clear white snow. Winter had thrust the land into a cold snap and where so many seasons had been waited out inside Kaer Mohren in front of a burning fire, Geralt was glad for a change of pace this year. He finished securing the head of the wyvern to Roach’s hindquarters and galloped down the slope to collect his reward.

Having received his coin, the witcher gave a contented sigh. With that payment he’d finished his work for the season and could finally settle down. He led Roach in full gallop, riding through tundra and skeletal landscapes, riding towards his future, the home he had in her. 

Night fell by the time he arrived at the tavern and as he strode through the door he picked up several scents: Booze, sweat, leather, sword oil and dust. The strongest of all wafted through his nose and beckoned him forward, forever enchanted by the scent of lilac and gooseberries.

He found her in the corner and his face lit up, golden eyes flickering with warmth. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. Even if I did, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Geralt quipped, easing onto the bench across from her. 

Damn. She looked beautiful.

[fitztrevelyan]

A court of mist and fury sentence starters||No longer accepting

@fourmarksmage​  said:

“i know you—more than you realize, i think—and i don’t believe for one damn minute that you’re remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on their ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on their ass while you were shredded apart—”

Mistral stifles a chuckle. "You think you know me? And why is that? Because we're women? Is this supposed to be some sort of - what? - womanly togetherness? Or maybe it's because you wasted half of your life kissing nobles' arses and got nothing in return? You know shit!"

Mistral doesn’t like to dwell on feelings that she has thoroughly tried to set aside, but the sorceress knows how to push her buttons. 

"I wasn't a trophy, just a tool. My grandfather never wanted me to even exist, let alone parade me in front of his court! I meant less to him than the last of his dogs and as far as he was concerned, I was born to be a ghost. When I went missing it was all too convenient for him to even lift a finger about it. You think I'm not fine with that part of my life, but guess what? I am. It brought me here. It taught me that there's no such thing as destiny and shit. I make the choices and I pay for them if I fuck up but I am in charge. And I get to decide who's family and who is not. That's all the power I seek."

[idontkillorphans]

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My dearest Yennifer,

I woke this morning thinking of you and had to write to you immediately. So I hope this letter finds you well and not the nosey locals of whatever tavern or kings hall you reside in these days.

I am unsure if you are aware, but this is the longest stretch of time before I have seen or heard from you. I hear of you, of course. Through gossip and whispers of the locals here in Skellige. How proud it makes me that tales have travelled this far, though I doubt this is the legacy you chase for, I revel in the notion that I know a woman whose name carries that much power.

Winter brings about less jobs for sword hires as I’m sure you’re aware, so I’ve taken to Skellige as mentioned. I’m currently banded with a small group of mercenaries, protecting a small village from bandits. Hardly the exciting stories you would share with me early morning together. I miss your stories. I miss your voice and smile.

I miss you, Yennifer. And perhaps it is jealous of me, but i do hope you are missing me too. Perhaps if you are free we could meet in the new year? These bandits should be dealt with by then if not sooner. Regardless, I look forward to hearing from you soon enough.

With love,

Your Sleipnir

[bornofbloodandwater]

“ unexpected guest “ - @fourmarksmage​

        High alert.

It wasn’t common that the siren found herself sneaking through her own home, weapon in hand, but at the unlocked door and drops of blood on the floor Xiomara set her stance low. Bags left in the hall, door cracked so the noise does not alert the intruder. Heart slow and breaths measured. A silent predator in the dark halls.

She had only been gone just over 48 hours, off in Houston for a job. This intrusion must be recent, her neighbours would have alerted her to any break in, any theft or noise from within, as they were instructed to do.

Sweeping the townhouse’s bottom floor to find nothing even a hair out of place. The blood trail had continued up the stairs, but what uninvited stranger goes through your house touching nothing and heading straight for the rooms above? Not a burglar, then a killer? Perhaps, the blood trail will lead to a threat? Images of severed horse heads rising to her with a smirk. That would certainly be an amusing but irritating end to her day. Petty promises.

Following the trail closely, finding smudged, dark red fingermarks in the hall and then at last on the door to her room.

Why her bedroom? Horse heads in her bed are beginning to feel a lot more plausible than they rightly should. Who would- Sebastian? Surely not. How could he have gotten in, the locks were changed a week ago and the door had no signs of abuse. He is certainly no lock-pick. Barely good enough with his hands to make an omelette.

A single finger pushing the lacquered wood of her bedroom door, Xio takes a reserved glance inside, leant back enough to dodge any projectiles. Weapon melting from her hand at the sight of her sorceress curled up in bed.

        “Yennefer?”

Rage. Fear. Worry. Shock. Who did this? What happened? Where are they? Are you being pursued? You didn’t seek danger without me, did you? Too many questions and none voiced. Xiomara swiftly strides to her raven beauty, dipping the bed as she kneels beside her. Golden fingers brushing through her curls in a gentle attempt at comfort. “Darling?” Hesitantly cupping a cheek, little finger dipping down to check her pulse. No need to disturb her with medical manhandling until she knows it is required. Please don’t be cold. ALIVE. A heavy exhale. She’d been holding her breath, prepared for yet more grief. Always prepared.

        “I’m here, Darling. Can you hear me? How can I help?” Her free hand finding Yennefer’s. A steady hold, fingers laced together. No care for the thickened blood drying on pale green bedsheets, only for their sources.

[chaoticbynature-archived]

❝ I did it for you. For us. ❞

@fourmarksmage​

Chaos shook his head at the witch. "So, you wanted to worship me?" he asked, his two voices were low. "You want to bring me back to full power?" He held out his humanoid hand and flexed the fingers. "You really would ascend me back to godhood?"

[therelentless]

{ @fourmarksmage​ ;; sc.

“Want to know a little something?... I had a nightmare about just the other day. Your teeth, I looked at them and you had thousands of them. It was a little bit scary, I thought you were going to eat me, but you sorceress don’t do that... do you?” 

[nykrose]

@fourmarksmage​ asked: ❝   Can’t help but feel like it should’ve been me.  ❞

[Meme]

“Hmm.” Ah, yes, very insightful. “Well, perhaps it still can be. Or else you can stop feeling.” There, problem solved, wrapped up nice with a pretty bow and it’s all thanks to his worldly advice.

“Thank you, come again.”

[thegreatstrongbow]

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Beleg: *Gets down on one knee* Yennefer: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Beleg: *Falls over* Yennefer: The poison is kicking in.

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

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"I never told you where I got it... and you've been kind enough not to ask, this winter, or any time in the past. I appreciate that. Most just assume it was from a monster anyways, I reckon. I wish that had been so."

Eskel’s deep, quiet voice spoke up to Yennefer, yellow, bestial eyes looking to her hand as it stroked gently over his mutilated visage, soothingly. His broad arms wrapped around her, drawing her against him more closely where they lie in the bed of her tower, one roughened hand trailing along her bare back slowly, the other twining through her dark locks. Amid the warmth of the fireplace, and the warmth of one another. He looked back into those otherworldly, lovely violet eyes of the raven haired Sorceress... each touch only lowering his guard further. Leaning in he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, letting it linger, tasting her again... but not losing himself in it... knowing he couldn’t hide from what she deserved to know. What he needed to speak of. It had been inevitable that it would come to this matter, this topic. He could have continued to put it off... knew she would understand, wouldn’t mind... but there was no reason to hide it from her. Not only was it done, but he knew her own grief and burdens as well, some of the things she had carried over long lives such as theirs. Knew she could be trusted with such a thing... that things were different now, from when he hadn’t trusted her back in the day. What they had already shared together, the growing bond, was something that couldn’t be denied. The unexpected hand of destiny bringing them together. He could share this much with her, as well. Let go of a bit more of the weight... knowing she was strong enough to help carry it for a bit. At last, drawing his lips back from hers, nuzzling her a bit, searching for his thoughts and words, the memories coming back to him, he spoke up again, slowly and carefully, taking his time. There was no hurry to it... approaching the thing he hadn’t spoken of aloud in decades. Not even to the other Witchers who already knew. Out of respect, they had never brought it up to him. He had carried the knowledge, and regret for too damn long... though he deserved the burden of it. What was done could not be undone. But it could be spoken of. Acknowledged.

"Had a Child of Surprise, some decades back... my early days on the Path. Her name was Deidre Ademeyn... saved her unknowing father, the Prince of Caingorn, from a bunch of Werebbubbs. He was out hunting with a party, when they were set upon by them. I was chopping firewood at my camp at the time... heard the commotion, came with my axe to deal with them. Tough bastards, but I chopped up or drove them all off all the same, before they could kill the Prince, as they did his companions. When it came time to claim my reward, I had listened to one too many of Vesemir’s stories. Chose the Law Of Surprise... when I should have taken the gold. Taken any other reward than the one I did. Didn’t claim her... never went back to Caingorn after I found out what... who... I had won. Rode around Caingorn each time I was out on the Path, and tried to forget all about it. Wasn't made or cut out to be a father... couldn't take a Princess from a safe, wealthy royal upbringing like that, and bring her to the ass end of the North, to what amounted to a ruined, dying School of mutant outcasts to live among. Wouldn’t wish a Witcher’s life on anybody... didn’t get that choice myself... and girls cannot survive the Trial of the Grasses anyways, even if the knowledge to make more of my kind were not lost. Cosimo Malaspina, Alzur and Idarran of Ulivo saw to that when they chose the original test subjects. Well... destiny played a hell of a joke on me for that choice. Turns out bringing her here would have been the right thing to do.”

“She had the misfortune of being born under the Black Sun... imagine you know all about that already... that old sorcerer bastard Stregobor’s doing. More than once since I’ve considered riding down to Kovir, chaining him in Dimeritium and dragging him through the streets from behind my horse right out of that tower of his. Your old school and Lodge mate, Sabrina Glevissig, was sent by the Council of Mages to Caingorn’s court... to do Stregobor’s dirty work. You can probably guess how well that went. Sabrina had a hand in it, my maiming. But in truth, it was more my own fault than even hers. Despite what she did to Deidre... driving her to insanity... it wouldn't have happened if I had done what I should have. Claimed her. I didn't, until it was too late. She came here when she was older, to Kaer Morhen, pleaded for my help... to protect her from Sabrina... to claim her. She had nobody left to turn to. And I... was a Witcher... not a Knight. Wasn’t made to save Princesses from towers... from evil sorcerers. I turned my back on her instead... and paid the price of neutrality for it. She collected it with interest. Then it was Sabrina of all people who healed me... saved me... more of destiny’s twisted humor at work, saved by the one most responsible... apart from myself. All I could do in the end was track Deidre down, so Sabrina could not... ended her suffering... the suffering she and the band of outlaws she formed were inflicting on her many victims. More blood on my hands... despite everything else she was, how much she deserved what Henselt did to her... Sabrina was right about that much. All I could do was keep her body out of the Council’s hands... burned it, so they couldn’t study the mutations. Didn’t speak of it since... just carried it around with me. All I could do."

@fourmarksmage

[masakratragedia]

“ you’re not a monster.  ” 

Monster. He'd heard the word all of his life and it represented many things: insult, profession, unthinking beast, the darkest parts of human nature. He'd been on the receiving end of the word as much as he'd accused others.

Geralt questioned his actions often. How far was he willing to go to do what he needed to do? Some prices were far too heavy to pay and when she spoke to him he knew her words were sincere.

"I know," he said, a warm smile on his face. "But sometimes it helps to be reminded."