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Anya Chalotra and Freya Allan as Yennefer and Ciri | Converging Destinies

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SHE WATCHES THE AMBER liquid swirl around in the stein before her, Lambert’s special home brew. Geralt had claimed it could cure any ailment, and was a guaranteed pick me up. Ciri, on other hand, found that the more she partook in the drink, the more vicious her thoughts became as the night wore on. Anger, annoyance, betrayal, but most of all hurt welled up inside her. With each pint the feeling grew even worse, threatening to burst forth in a way she would undoubtedly regret later on. So instead she remained silent, chin tucked into her hand as she stared pensively at the bottom of her cup.  As if the drink could somehow discern her future, much like the sediment at the bottom of a tea cup. She had no luck finding any prophecies so far. 

“I’m fine.” The words come out testier than she would have liked, but she was fine. She was an adult now, and did not need to be handled like delicate glass. He knew that, yet he treated her now as if she were fragile. Concealing secrets that he no doubt thought would hurt her even more. Dancing around the inevitable topic of him and her adoptive mother. 

She swats away the gentle hand, turning her head to cast him a glare over her shoulder.  “I don’t need to be told to go to bed, I’m not a child.”  

❝ just lay down. ❞ the rasped voice tells them with tenderness at the root of their tongue, the heavy underside of their palm pressed down on the young woman’s temple. he smiles faintly as he does so. no need to guess the tribulations creasing their brow, the natural affinity between them keeps him keen to those thoughts, those he doesn’t wish to address. not now. ❝ you drank enough for three men i’m sure. ❞

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On this father’s day we honor the only true dad Ciri has ever had, and that is The white wolf himself, Geralt of Rivia

Emhyr var Emreis? Never heard of her

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our little witcher’s grown into a young lady.

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“They Do Exist” by Emmy Eriksson

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"Now we'll be together, right? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!” “Forever, Ciri.”

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[ … manta ray ] & [ … reflection ] by Raymond Hoffmann

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the lady of time and space - (caps)

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So far, the show isn’t bad at all. The editing is kind of weird but overall I like it, I give it one gwent deck

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“ High in the halls of the Kings who are gone

Jenny would dance with her ghosts

  The ones she had  𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽  

  and      The ones she had  𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

—and the ones who had loved her the most. ”

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Just a heads up if you wanna interact with Ciri but don’t know how, canonically she possesses the ability to travel through time and space and can literally appear in any world, at any time. This can include the Game of Thrones world, the Lord of the Rings world, or even something as far out as Overwatch and Marvel. If you don’t have any ideas how to throw your character into the witcher, don’t worry about it! Like I said she can just poof right into your main verse and interact with your character. That being said feel free to hit me up if ya wanna interact or anything!

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mclancholiia‌ // PAVETTA

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     it wouldn’t be the first one the ghosts of her loved ones, her mother and her daughter, would haunt her in these terrible corridors of nilfgaardian palace. how many times had they brought emhyr a girl, not even truly resembling ciri, claiming that it was her daughter, just to make him stop looking, crushing her hope every time?

     and now, with the blood of her husband’s on her hands, with the blood of her child’s father on her hands, with the blood of her torturer on her hands, standing in front of this beautiful girl… could it truly be her? could it truly be her ciri? and was she a bad mother, for not being able to tell..? for not letting hope creep into her heart once again… 

          “ prove yourself. “ she demanded. “ prove that you are in fact, cirilla fiona elen riannon of cintra. “

FATE HAD PROVED to be quite the ridiculous force of nature. How many times had she heard talk of destiny, of her destiny, how fate had brought her to this point and that everything which had happened was for the simple reason that destiny willed it to be so. Cintra, Thanned, the Rats, Claremont, and now Stygga, so much death followed in her wake. Was that destiny? Her destiny? To bring death to whomever she loved or had grown close to? She remembers that night in Skellige, that night when the usually raucous and merry hall was silent as the grave save for the mournful whispers of Geas Muire, she remembers when death’s touch first ripped her family apart by the curse of the sea, geas muire, taking her mother and father from her. And yet, her mother was before her now. Here, among a platoon of Nilfgaardian soldiers, stood Pavetta of Cintra. 

At first shock grips her and she can do nothing but gape at the woman, for surely this was just a hallucination, some trick conjured up to elicit a reaction from her. Her mother was dead, along with her father and her grandmother and everyone else she had known in Cintra, no this was not Pavetta, for it was impossible that the women before her could have been her mother. Numerous feelings wash over all at once, each warring for control. Shock, grief, rage, she feels it all as a storm brews within her mind, but most of all she just felt tired. After all that had happened, all that she had endured to reach this point, she wanted nothing more than to simply collapse on those steps and retire in the comfort of Geralt and Yennefer’s company, maybe even go forth and see the sky again. And this woman was preventing her from even being able to do that!

“I don’t need to prove anything.” She tilts her chin up, posture proud and tall, the image of the Lioness of Cintra through and through as green eyes--the same shade as her mother’s and grandmother’s eyes, as the woman’s eyes before her now--narrow to slits. “Who even are you to demand such a thing?”  

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@lapeirla // ADELLA

Death it is, then. Of course, Adella spends her last breaths on a tirade that is useless, but such histrionics are to be expected for a creature so … incomparable. 

“I like Yennefer much more, but I suppose that isn’t your fault, because I do like her more than almost every Surface Dweller. Iorveth comes close, but he snaps far too much. Like a shark with one eye and a ridiculous amount of teeth. I tell him that all he needs is a proper hug, a proper kiss, or a proper kick to the face, but he doesn’t agree with me at all, and so that makes him an idiot.” She plays with the cards she’d just forsaken, making a tower that promises to fall and yet pulling in one of Ciri’s hand to join regardless of that fact. “You’re part of the list of Surface Dwellers I sort of like, you know, but mostly because you’re very pretty to look at. The best part of it is that you get to have my company, which, I don’t know if you know, is the best company you’ll ever find among other merfolk. Any other you’ll end up meeting will try to eat you. I’m sure of it. You and Geralt and Iorveth and Yennefer and everyone else. My people hate your people, and so our best cure for that is to chew you all up to tiny, little bits of bone. It’s not the worst plan there ever was.”

"I TAKE IT anyone who doesn’t agree with you is an idiot.” She half mumbles under her breath, joining in on the current task of building a house of cards, not by her own choice but because she knows the wrath her refusal to participate will incur. “So if I wasn’t pretty to look at you’d chew me up to tiny little bits of bone, like everyone else? That hardly seems fair.” 

Besides, she was far from pretty, she was ugly. Even Yennefer had once called her ‘my little ugly one’ and the scar that marred her cheek did no service in improving her looks. No she was not pretty, especially compared to the mer-princess before her, whose beauty had no doubt lured hundreds of men to abandon all senses and descend with her to their watery grave. Even if others tried to deceive her into believing in her own beauty, she certainly did not see herself as so, but she was in no mind to dispute with her. Heaven knows what sort of argument that would start, and she had already promised to be on her best behavior even if Adella likely hadn’t made any such promises. Instead she focuses on the task at hand, mechanically building the fragile tower higher and higher despite the fact that it would likely topple over soon enough and incite yet another tantrum from the rusalka that would bring them right on back to square one. “If you are bored with cards and bored with me then what else, pray tell, would you want to do? And no I will not fetch a pack of gwent cards to play with you, if you didn’t like poker, then you wouldn’t like gwent.” And as soon as she finished her exasperated tirade, as if on cue, the card tower fell.

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Excuse me while I sit here and scream over the new trailer because FFFs I’m so pumped

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Okay so I seem to do better when I plot things out with people, so please like this post for a plotted starter and I’ll come invade your messenger sometime today!