SANS BLOODLUST

Simply a barber-surgeon. Always seeking to help. ❝ Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will. ❞ ✦ 21+ ONLY. TW FOR DARK & MATURE CONTENT. THIS IS ONLY A SIDE-BLOG OF AGOODTUCKERING. ✦

[afriendtoravens]

EMIEL REGIS ROHELLEC TERZIEFF-GODEFROY, BETTER KNOWN SIMPLY AS REGIS OR EMIEL REGIS. FRIENDLY TRAVELING BARBER-SURGEON. FRIEND TO GERALT OF RIVIA. LOST, FAR FROM HOME. A RATHER RESERVED HIGHER VAMPIRE WITH A TENDENCY TO WAX POETIC ABOUT PHILOSOPHY.

            ➳

☩ OLDER AND WISER THAN YOU. ⸻ ❝ We have witnessed — and, in fact, on several occasions incited — many great and weighty events. After all that toil, I believe we deserve a bit of a rest. ❞

BASED ON THE BOOKS & GAMES

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

BIO & RULES

OTHER BLOGS

                   The Healer.

        Fandoms: The Witcher, Baldur's Gate, Dragon Age, Tolkien's Legendarium, Bloodborne, Elder Scrolls, Dark Souls, Diablo, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, etc. MDNI. 21+ only. A character of Panda Bear's. All original characters are (of course) welcome here!

This is only a side blog! Any following will come from my main.

        On another note, you can find my fanfiction here.

[bloodandwhite]

-----

That look on Regis' face, that silly smile, it suited him. It was so terribly charming and sweet. Rough, wonky and adorable.

"Hm," he mused, tilting his head as he eyes the smile. "I've always been aware of the fact, actually. You don't exactly hide away from it. I like it."

Turning his gaze forward once more, watching the sweeping planes of wind rippled grass and flowers that lay ahead of them he shrugged.

"I suppose eventually I will pick up some pointers. I may own the place, but BB is in charge."

[afriendtoravens]

"There are far more important things to hide away from this world. My nature is one of them, of course. I'm not human. I can pretend to be human, yes, but I couldn't possibly hide that. I am what I am, often waxing poetic and all."

They fell silent sometime after that.

After a week or so worth of travel, mostly spent on the road and sleeping rough in forested areas, they found themselves at the outskirts of Toussaint. Regis could feel himself relaxing.

"Almost there," he said, huffing amusedly. "Homeward bound."

[silentmoonbutterfly]

[perishx]

Video Game Challenge: [1/5] friendships :

→ The Witcher 3 | Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis “ We have witnessed - and, in fact, on several occasions incited - many great and weighty events. After all that toil, I believe we deserve a bit of a rest. “

[afriendtoravens]

( for @bloodandwhite. )

[bloodandwhite]

-----

"Let's not get ahead of yourselves, you haven't tried the wine yet." He arched a brow and smirked. "Besides, it's BB that does most of that. I just do the heavy lifting."

The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he turned his head to look at Regis properly, considering him for several long moments before he responded.

"You're a romantic." He accused softly, playfully.

"But I know what you mean."

Some people just had A Place in your life and it just wasn't the same without them.

[afriendtoravens]

The vampire laughed, head tilted towards the sky as he admired the clouds above them. He glanced towards the witcher after, a tiny grin still tugging at his lips. One fang showed.

"You're a fool if you think I've ever been anything but a romantic, Geralt. Now, now... You know me better than that."

He mulled everything over for a moment, eventually continuing to speak as they rode along.

"Give yourself some time," he added, "and you'll know more about wine than anyone else on the vineyard, save for Barnabas-Basil. He's a bright man, and you'll learn quite a bit from him, I'm sure."

[kromanjoma]

Tada!

✨️ Shani Regis ✨️

It's lore acurate cause they are boath doctors uwu

[starwrittenfates]

"Mandrake cordial?!" His curiosity was already peaked. "I wouldn't mind giving it a try, as long as there is no garlic or anything terrible of the kind. I have a rather sensitive palate that's only accepting of the highest quality of things." The vampire spawn replied, casually looking at his nails.

He continued to quietly listen to Regis speak about his kind of vampires, not at all surprised to find they wouldn't be so welcoming. It seemed to be the case with these so called true vampires, always thinking they were better. But at least Regis seemed nothing like that. "Nothing could keep my bloodlust at bay." Astarion says with a chuckle. "Regardless, I do admire your bravery for abstaining from blood. Wish I could say the same for myself, but if I did that, well...I wouldn't be as beautiful as I am now. Nor would I be as charming, darling." He winked. After all, he needed blood to survive. There was no way of denying that one.

Astarion noted on how Regis mentioned having friends and lovers before a book was placed before him on the table, bringing his attention to it. The Convergence of the Spheres? What was that? Red eyes blinked before looking it over a little, flipping between pages. He would make sure to read it in his spare time.

Feeling something brush his hair, he was surprised to find it was Regis, commenting on his curls. It was one of the last good thing's he had from his past (at least that he could remember.) Something that had always been and would remain -- him. "I suppose I have. And no, I'm not giving away my secrets, nor a single curl on my head. Otherwise everyone would be trying to copy me and I can't have that."

[afriendtoravens]

Regis laughed softly at the response to his curls. They were wonderful. A barber would only ever give a compliment when it was warranted, after all. He grinned as he brushed back the man's hair and then sipped at his drink.

"You hair is incredible. You should have seen me last year, myself. I was still regenerating my body from a near-death experience. My hair was still growing in, and it was graying and white. These curls of mine came in at quite an expense. I feel much better now, honestly. And my mandrake cordial is exceptional, but there isn't a single ingredient that would cause you any harm, my friend, otherwise it never would have been a suggestion. That's a promise, truly. You're safe with me, which I'll gladly keep repeating as we get to know one another."

For good measure, he gave him a sly wink.

"So, tell me... I'm entirely too curious about this land where you come from. I want to know more. What's the climate like there, the temperatures, the terrain? What are politics like there as well?"

[albinoxherbalist]

"Good." she murmured, rubbing her eyes. She felt a tad bit groggy, though she knew that would pass soon enough. A cup of tea should wake her up. It always does. "How did you sleep?" she asked as she slowly sat up and stretched a bit. As she did so, she had completely forgotten about her injured ankle. It didn't seem to matter though. She didn't feel any pain when she moved it. In fact, she only remembered when she looked down at it an noticed that bandage. Carefully moving it more, it didn't seem injured at all. No pain. She smiled a little, relieved.

"It stopped hurting. That's nice." she spoke as she got off the bed carefully, trying to test how far she could go without feeling anything. So far so good. Seemed like the herbs had worked wonders. She made her way over to the dressing table to brush through her messy hair.

[afriendtoravens]

"I slept well, actually," he said, slowly shifting about and eventually rising from bed. He scratched his cheek and the stubble there, eyes lazily resting on Rose. She was moving around far easier and without any pain, which was quite a relief, and he shrugged on a tunic with little ease as he mulled over the progress.

"We find ourselves at quite an advantage," he said with a chuckle. "Two herbalists, alchemists and healers in our own right... You're going to be just fine, my darling." He bent down towards her for a wee kiss, a hand brushing stray wisps of white hair from her cheek as he did so. Then, just to be a cheeky git, he kissed her nose afterward.

[bloodandwhite]

-----

Geralt hummed, a low, rumbling sound at Regis' assessment.

"Everything about human life is slow to you," he responded. "Sometimes slow is good, though. It lets you see things, experience and enjoy things properly."

He arched a brow and glanced at Regis, pulling his gaze from the pastel painted sky above them, "You should enjoy things more, you know. I expect you to when we get to the vineyard and you can tell me how things are progressing. I think it's going well, but I'm hardly a sommelier or a gardener."

As much as he enjoyed gardening and drinking.

[afriendtoravens]

"Geralt of Rivia, the local sommelier! Now there's a concept!"

Regis laughed to himself, eyeing his friend all the while. He softened a moment later, though, and the chuckles tapered off.

"Perhaps you're right, though. A slower pace might do a creature like me some good. Not being on the road will help, for one. The village I'd settled in for a short while was good, but there was still something missing. It was eating away at me."

He sighed, scratching his chin as he added, "You weren't there. I missed my friends."

[osculumabmor]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤA  BAPTISM  OF  FIRE,  I'D  SAY.  YOU'LL  PASS  THROUGH  FIRE,  WHICH  BURNS,  BUT  ALSO  PURGES. 

a  21+ highly  selective,  independent,  mutually  exclusive  &  canon-adjacent  multi-muse  heavily featuring  THE  WITCHER  GERALT  OF  RIVIA.  portrayal  based  on  the  novels  by  andrzej  sapkowski  &  the  witcher  games  by  cd  projket  red.  other  verses  to  be  added! 

❛  …for  i  must  tell  you,  gentle  reader,  that  geralt  the  witcher  was  always  a  modest,  prudent,  and  composed  man,  with  a  soul  as  simple  and  uncomplicated  as  the  shaft  of  a  halberd.  ❜  ©

[ofthewildes]

𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑺. independent & mutuals-only rp blog for morrigan from the dragon age series. canon divergent & heavily headcanon reliant. written by mel.

[muses-from-the-continent]

Dettlaff nodded before getting up. Just the two of them together, away from people, did sound really nice. It reminded him of the time shortly after Regis had recovered enough so they could travel more. They spent a lot of time on the road, setting up camps. Even though it was a strange time in his life, he couldn't deny it was one of the best. It was a time when he felt like he had a place in this world, beside his friend. Before everything went downhill and he was summoned to Toussaint, there was a time when he pondered what it would be like to settle down somewhere with Regis. A remote home far from people, both of them just living in peace. It was a nice thought, but it was clear that would always just that. Even if he didn't go to Toussaint, it was clear that this kind of life wouldn't work. He knew Regis well enough to see that he actually enjoyed being around humans, at least to a degree. That was nothing he'd like to take away from his friend. Dettlaff surely had nothing against interacting with them on occasion, but living among them was a different story. He just couldn't do it permanently. He had learned that the hard way.

"Let's go." he said. His voice sounded less gruff and sad than before. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was actually looking forward to spend time with someone, to do anything but just keep running.

[afriendtoravens]

Regis wandered off with Dettlaff, an arm around his friend for a wee side hug. It's just a bit of contact and comfort because it was oh so needed, and for the both of them as well.

They eventually made their way down to his makeshift camp. Tossing Dettlaff a bar of soap, Regis instead turned his attention to the cold campfire. He relit it, then said over a shoulder, "I brought some of your things with me. There's a rucksack over there with your clothes. Feel free to help yourself."

There was a prepped stew waiting for them, needing only to be cooked over the fire. He'd put everything together earlier, having expected this very moment. He set to work, knelt down on the sandy, dirty ground. There was a light breeze rustling the surrounding trees and the water was lazily sloshing upon the shore. It was nothing short of utterly relaxing.

[calyxestra]

Vampire with a Book (after Gustave Courbet’s Man with a Pipe, 1848–49)

[starwrittenfates]

Astarion smiled genuinely, accepting the offered bottle of wine. He sniffed it, smelling an aroma of different flavors. Strong, Sharp. Nothing like the typical he'd get from the wine's back in his own world.

Taking Regis' words to heart, he couldn't help but celebrate the occasion. He was finally free. He was safe here. And he had made a friend in the process of it all, one he could trust. The vampire spawn held up his bottle before taking a sip of the wine from Toussaint, immediately being surprised with it. Red eyes going wide with joy. "You're right. They do know how to make a good wine. Finally someone does."

At his comment about other vampires, Astarion couldn't help being curious, wanting to know more about his new companion. "So...what are the other vampire's from this world like? The way you put it, they don't seem as welcoming as you are."

[afriendtoravens]

Regis was watching Astarion with a subtle smile. Seeing the joy in those crimson eyes at the first sip of a wonderful wine was a heartwarming thing. The wine was delicious, after all.

"Just wait until you've tried my mandrake cordial. Homemade, of course. I rather think you'll love it." He paused, then continued speaking.

"That's because they aren't welcoming, not in any sense of the phrasing, my friend. None of them are welcoming. We're a secretive lot. And I, well... I've always been a bit of an outcast. I drank myself into stupidity literal ages ago, and decided enough was enough. I abstain from blood. It keeps the bloodlust at bay. They aren't a fan of my line of thinking. Orianna is the only one that I... remain close with. We're old friends, you could say. Old friends, old lovers, but we stay away from each other these days. If I need her help, though, I know that I can easily rely on her."

Regis wandered over towards his bookshelf, retrieving a book about the Convergence of the Spheres. He placed it down gently upon the table, near Astarion, and tilted his head at the man.

"This should help. Some nighttime reading for you, my friend."

A long finger reached out to brush Astarion's wild curls, laughing as he did so. "I have to ask, mostly out of curiosity, have you always had such a wonderful head of hair? I'm a barber, you know. I would have to be at knifepoint to snip these curls."

[itspapillonnoir]

THE WITCHER 3 : WILD HUNT • SCENERY

[allezymess]

[afriendtoravens]

( for @bloodandwhite. )

[northernolddragon]