𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃

  𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔? 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘  

[autuasnoita]

*     𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃   ,    𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇   𝐎𝐅   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋      [ . . . ]    there   is  a vortex   of  fate   around   all   of   us,   growing   with   each   and   every  one   of   our   choices,   drawing   our   destinies   in   closer.

❝ 𝖨’𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘. . . ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐄𝐋. triss merigold of the witcher verse. cheerful, ready to burst with laughter for no real reason at all, like a child. written by pandy.

[denvitavargen]

*     𝐆𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐃   ,   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅    [ … ]    underneath  lies  an  overflowing  sea  of  goodwill,  good  humour  and  an  honest  readiness  to  help  his  friends,  be  it  with  a  bit  of  sound  advice  or  the  masterful  application  of  his  blade…

❝ 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾… ❞

𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕. 𝐒𝐄𝐋. geralt of rivia of the witcher verse. fate has little mercy for him, piling obstacles in his way, yet he trudges on. written by pandy.  

[witchesnet]

I hope that in your search to feel again,        you feel your value.

[ladiesofcinema]

ANNA SHAFFER as TRISS MERIGOLD THE WITCHER SEASON 2

[aquamancienne]

Anya Chalotra and Anna Shaffer in The Witcher (2019) — 2.02 “Kaer Morhen”

[autuasnoita]

I have known Triss longer than I’ve known you. We like each other. We understand each other wonderfully and will always do so.

- Yennefer, Time of Contempt

[usertriss]

ANNA SHAFFER AS TRISS MERIGOLD | The Witcher (2019-)

[autuasnoita]

The Sorceress is going to perched herself here, lithe digits curling around a silver-plated scribe as sapphire spherules remain ever so steady, focusing upon one of the many grimoire’s the woman has ready and waiting at her disposal.

By Melitele. . . There is a slight ache settling beneath her temples, optics straining after hours spent decrypting. She would pay anything for even the slightest of distractions.

[autuasnoita]

blossoms of the heart, @lilacdulcis

How unforgiving the forecast appeared, cloud cover serving as an idle threat and wind speed delivering it’s victims unforgiving windburn. There was a storm upon the horizon, threatening to spill over and feed the land beneath with nurturing rain and low rumbles, grumbling echos rolled over the hills, creating a song that was, truly, gripping and accompanied by a feast for the eyes as the sky danced with light.

Signs of life were minuscule, only the odd vehicle and it’s gleaming headlights passing along a stretch of road not yet awoken at the most unsuspecting times, telling a tale to the unfortunate who had to work while their loved ones slumbered. Said vehicles were seen pausing, stopping in on the only shop that dared to be awake at such an early hour and receiving their fuel for the day given joyously by a courteous woman who simply shouldn’t be so chipper at hours as early as this. Small the establishment was but the bakery held an endearing charm, an ode to the old world as sandstone brick and polished wood remained steadfast beneath the ticking arm of time. One couldn’t help but fall in love, unable to pass by without peering in at least once and discovering not only tasteful food, beautiful flowers and handmade items but an comfortable, jovial atmosphere that radiated warmth.

Triss Merigold had arrived at the challenging decision to move from her home in Maribor to the City of Vengerberg that laid in the neighbouring state of Aedirn only two years prior to this tempestuous morning and feverishly moved a few months later in an hopeful attempt at starting over. She had opened this quaint, picturesque store on a whim, blithely abandoning her work as a Public Affairs Consultant and acting out in favour of herself and her newly discovered freedom, finally allowing herself to use her hard-earned savings and knowledge towards something that the woman had always wanted instead of following what those around her thought she should do. Flowers & Flour combined the wonderful scent and beauty of pulchritudinous flowers at the very peak of their bloom with warm, buttery pastries of both savoury and sweet. There was the odds and ends sold in the store, organic items that fed the body and soul and ranged from organic shampoos and soaps to slaves and tender-smelling creams. It had become tastefully popular, a small hole in the wall where customers repeatedly returned and the working man or woman had found immense satisfaction as there was always a warm meal and a hot coffee to be offered when most shops were closed, uninterested in the faithful customers on offer if they dared to open a few hours earlier.

The sun’s rays had not begun to peak through and the weather served only to worsen, rain colliding against the windows of the establishment and earning an curious gaze from the Temerian as her attention was, momentarily, turned from her determined but gentle kneading to the loud crackle of thunder. Stalwart hands were wiped upon that of a stray cloth, an attempt to save the woman’s colourful sundress and equally vibrant sweater from spots of flour as the sound of a bell pulled her from the depths of her mind and signalled the arrival of a new customer. A beguiling smile leaped upon ample lips with natural-born ease as the woman turned merrily, completely and utterly prepared to serve her customer with joy that came to Triss naturally only for orbs of shimmering blue to arrive upon a truly beautiful woman that appeared to be a whirlwind of passionate and sheer determination, dressed only in shades of white and black with skin so delicately pale as if it was pure porcelain itself and lavish, obsidian tresses that blended in effortlessly with the shadows of the night. Suddenly, Triss felt unprepared and lacking the correct outfit, underdressed for an moment unexpected and that should have be paid little attention instead of this utter and complete concentration. There was this agonising desperation to please this woman, to impress her in any way, shape or form possible. This woman was, to be frank, painfully prepossessing, haunting and beguiling all at once tastefully enveloped in a power suit that hugged indulgently at succulent curves in a prideful display and smelling wondrously of such potent, sweet-smelling alpha pheromones that left her inner omega quivering and unable to ignore. Gods. Control of her fingers was non-existent as they grew a mind of their own and begun to mindlessly fix pieces of her display, burying herself and her mind in an attempt to try and play blissful ignorance to this angelic beauty that walked into her midst.

Spherules were wild, chaotic and tresses disheveled by the harsh swipes of the rain and wind, tender timbre resonating with passion as the both the weather and her car were brutally destroyed by a stream of unforgiving words, a sight that truly left the Omega breathless in an instant and utterly struck with wonderment. Triss silently reminded herself of the virtues, of one’s control and that she was far better than that of a typical, stereotypical Omega, far better than her inner workings. This woman was simply another customer and was in no way, shape or form any different to her and should be treated with respect, no ogled upon as if she was some poor, hopeless animal captured in a zoo for the amusement of others.

“Hi there. . .” Gods. How embarrassing it was to hear her own voice crack, threatening to fall into ruins as her senses were blissfully overwhelmed by the nameless Alpha’s pheromones that seemed to call out to her Omega. “Please, take a seat. . . It looks like your morning has been less than forgiving.” However, her beguiling simper had remained in place, if not turned ever so slightly goofy, charming in an bashful sense as an freckled visage danced with joyous, unrelenting energy and as the counter was forgotten in favour of a chair being pulled backwards in a kind display to grant this woman somewhere to sit and rest. “Are you waiting on Triple A or are you needing to call them?” Triss rocked loosely on the back of her heels, fallen curls that failed to be captured by her loose but tasteful bun swaying and bouncing in rhythm with the movement as that natural-born enthusiasm ensured her energy was always plentiful, almost impossible to extinguish, if not simply impossible. This woman’s mumbles earlier had been just enough to paint a small picture of the situation and the reason for her, well, slightly dishevelled and yet beautiful look.

[lilacdulcis]

Yennefer loathed mornings. Mornings were the root of all evil, in her honest opinion. Every single day she rose before the sun and felt as though she could murder an entire city as if they held any responsibility over her being up at such ungodly hours. She only felt even remotely human when she had a cup of coffee and even then it took a couple of then before she felt silly functional. The obsidian locks woman was, in a regular basis, quite grumpy but she was deadly so in the mornings. Yennefer rose, showered and dressed for the day, body going through the motions automatically while her mind still struggled to wake up. Coffee to go, she’ll have it downed before reaching the office where another one awaits her. She woman grabs her phone, which she notes is dead, exhausted from the night prior, the CEO has gone straight to bed and forgotten to plug it in.

“Fuck” she growls.

No matter, she’ll put it to charge in the car. Stepping out, the sky seemed darker than usual, starless. The pale woman could tell it was going to rain, and heavily at that. How lovely. Slipping into her car, off she goes driving down the nearly deserted streets of Vengerberg. It begins to pour, suddenly, making it rather difficult for the woman to see. Her headlights are long and her wipers at full speed. With no cars in the road, the pale woman feels safe enough to rummage around for her charger. She pulls lilac eyes away from the road for a singular moment, just a moment and the next thing she knows, she is taking a hole on the road at full speed, popping her wheel. She swerves some, hands shooting to the steering wheel and heeled foot slamming on the breaks. Her car settles on a curb.

There’s a moment of silence, her breathing is ragged, hands gripping the wheel tightly. The rain continues to pour, the wipers continue to move side to side quickly. “FUUUUUUCK” she screams in aggravation. Never mind that she could’ve nearly died, why the fuck was there a hole on the road? Why wasn’t it fixed? She knew the mayor was trash, but fucks sake. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She could charger her phone but she realizes she only had enough gas to get to work. She needs coffee asap and gods she wanted out of this damn rain! The woman looks around, trying to gather her bearings and honestly she expected nothing to be open at this hour. Most shops opened at six am at the earliest but there was one, just across from her. Lights on and well maybe they can let her burrow a phone.

The Aerdinian sighs and begins to look around for an umbrella but of fucking course she doesn’t have it here. She’ll have to use her blazer for cover. Perhaps she can get closer with the car. In a slow drive, Yennefer manages to park in front of the store which will make her walk less and in turn will make her become less wet. Turning the car off and taking her wallet from her purse, the raven haired woman maneuvers herself so that she can get out with her blazer over her head and briskly walks into the shop. Warmth instantly surrounds her and she shivers violently as the wet parts of her body from briefly being out in such weather are hit by the change in temperature.

“Fuck, shit, stupid car” she mutter to herself. “Stupid phone, stupid street.”

𝙃𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

Yennefer gets startle and turns, as if having completely forgotten the reason she even came here. Forgotten that obviously somehow will be running this shop. A bakery and a flower shop all in one? How peculiar. Lilac eyes as stormy as the weather outside settles on the redhead behind the counter. The alpha finds herself captivated by the woman and now that she seems aware of her presence, she was also very away of the spicy of her pheromones. An omega. A rather sweet smelling okie which makes her stomach twist into a knot and heart flutter. She was lovely, skin kissed by freckles and lose strands of hair falling to frame her face. She looked soft, gentle and warm. And she was chirper, who the hell is this chirper in the mornings. Her studying of the woman is so intense she nearly misses the next words the omega utters.

Blinking a few times, Yennefer fixes her blazer and takes slow steps towards the counter. “I’m in need of a phone to contact them. My phone is dead in my car I’m afraid and I have almost no gas.” As if to make her stress more obvious, her hand runs through her slightly wild locks.

[autuasnoita]

Triss was and had always been a woman that was feverishly energetic, truly blessed with a undeniable sunny disposition that rarely took a beating by even the most uncomfortable situations. It was natural-born, there from the moment she was born and remained steadfast, even throughout the difficulties that fate had carelessly cast in her path. To be caring, free-spirited and loving came easy to the Temerian as if she was simply breathing air.

“You chose the worst of days to have mechanical problems, haven’t you?” She had chosen to jest with that of a light chuckle, the base of her throat fluttering laboriously around the lump that settled in the depths of her throat and supple brims carved a path for delicate dimples and crows feet to form within porcelain flesh as cornflower blue orbs fluttered nervously over the pale-skinned alpha that seemed to call feverishly, persistently to the omega.

“I would suggest the mechanic a few stores down but I am afraid he won’t be in for at least two hours.” Her pristine teeth sunk into the flesh of her inner cheek, gnawing lightly but painfully as fingers busied themselves in a mindless dance before stretching outwards and curling around the wireless landline, offering it to the opposing woman as the distribution of her body was rocked, swayed between her opposing feet. “Here. . . Use it to your heart’s desire. I’ll brew you a coffee, on the house.” Triss’ visage was the very definition of bashful, gaze gliding over the opposing woman in nervous strides as if one glance simply was not enough and another was needed, observing her shyly. “You can use my office, if you like. . . There’s a heater in the corner and I can turn it on for you and, perhaps, I can try and find you a towel, only if you want, that is.”

[lilacdulcis]

Normally Yennefer would find the teasing words annoying, would make her roll her eyes. If she had an even greater distaste towards you, you may find yourself lashed out with her sharp tongue. However the ever so obvious jest from this stranger didn’t cause such a reaction, which Yennefer already found quite peculiar. The raven haired CEO found herself feelings a hint of amusement which made the corners of her lips twitch before she gets a hold of herself. What she gives as a response is a simple hum.

It didn’t surprise her that the mechanic that was anywhere near here was closed. Because again, who in the hell wakes up at this ungodly hours if they have a choice? “No surprise there” the lilac eyed woman comments offhandedly, the low timbers of her voice resonating through the quiet space. Quiet aside from the constant landing of drops on the windowpanes and the occasional thunder. Yennefer looks at the phone and grabs it, “thank you” she says and observes the omega which seems to be doing far more to accommodate her than she should. “That all sounds wonderful, actually” she says, looking around for a second before pointing towards a door to the side near the back. “Is that the office?”

[autuasnoita]

Short nails are painted in that of a shade that matched ever so effortlessly to her bright burning personality, a jovial, joyous yellow that had begun to be chipped at the edges from the strenuous work that her hands were forced into each and every day. It wasn’t easy work, to be someone that baked professionally or tended to flowers by the bucket, especially when many of the beauteous fauna that were proudly on display within her shop was clipped and transported by herself and herself only. Perhaps, the laborious work and it’s arduous tendencies were that of an unforeseen gift as the constant stream of challenging work alongside her equally rigorous hobbies of hiking, kayaking and bird-watching kept the Florist in such a shape that couldn’t help but be admired from those that crossed her path. How surprising it was, no? How a slender frame as petite and lithe as Triss’ was hiding solid, dense muscles beneath a delicate, colourful sundress.

She had that of a distinctive talent when it came to disarming someone and turning something that would usually irritate them into a pleasure, earning a mild chuckle of amusement or a bitten back smile. To anyone else, the slight curl to the nameless woman’s ample lips would have been easily missed but beneath the attentive, caring gaze of the carefree Omega, it had been unable to be missed, and in fact, it had burned ever so brightly in a display that left Triss blissfully breathless. She hummed lowly in response to the woman’s words, the tips of her fingers tapping loosely at the edge of the counter as shimmering blues remained bashfully upon the pale-skinned beauty and a tentative inhale was taken in. Gods. How painful it was to simply inhale, to have her senses flooded, once more, with the sickeningly sweet scent of the alpha. “Only a few are up this early and most are busy, given the lack of competitors. It’s a surprisingly combative business.” Her gaze flickered hazardously towards the mentioned door, a slow but jovial nod indicating that the nameless woman was, in fact, correct. “It’s through that door and the first door on the left, unless would don’t mind being amongst the ovens in the workshop. It can get awfully heated if you aren’t accustomed.” She had fallen silent, teeth pulling at the delicate flesh of her lower lip as her gaze flickered to the world outside thoughtfully. “May I ask the issue that affects your car? If it’s a flat tire, I could help you but anything more serious than that, perhaps not. . . I could be faster than Triple A.”

[lilacdulcis]

Yennefer’s gaze took her in, finally. Noticing the way she dressed, the way she carried herself. It was oddly adorable, endearing even. For the briefest of seconds she found herself thinking like a typical alpha and wondering how such a petite frame would look without the somewhat large sweater and loose sundress. She had no idea that beneath it all laid soft but solid muscles. The CEO blinks a few times, slowly so it looks as though she were merely blinking rather than pushing away certain thoughts.

It was — odd, being so intensely looked upon in a not so menacing way. She was used to studied, yes, observed as a means to find some form of weakness. She’s never been looked at like this, as if this stranger was trying to capture every singular detail about her. Not even her ex-mate and husband, Geralt, looked at her like this. At least he hadn’t after years of being together. The alpha was already struck by how the simple smell of the omega seemed to call viciously to her, she couldn’t allow herself to fall under that gaze either. A dark brown arches up at the words, “combative, really?” She couldn’t picture it, bakers or florists going tooth and nail for the success of their business. But then again, if it’s a business, isn’t there always competition? Actually everything in life is. “That shouldn’t surprise me, really, everything in life is. I suppose perhaps the idea of you being competitive is what surprises me. I’ve only just met you, not properly I may add, but you don’t seem like that sort of person. . . You’re too sweet” she says thoughtfully, head cocking to the side.

Yennefer then nods at the directions, heels clicking away on the tiles when she moves towards it with the phone in hand. It is right as she is by the door, pale hand upon the handle that the next words reach her. Her body turns slightly towards the redhead, both brows rising at that. “As a matter of fact it is my tire” she says, leaning slightly on the door. “However it is pouring outside, dear, I couldn’t possibly ask such a favor of you.”

[autuasnoita]

It was unheard of, was it not? That it was an Omega that was currently offering to fix an Alpha’s tire and not the other way around? Society had left humanity with cliché standards that they willingly lived by in their day to day life and had normalised that actions taken on by the likes of both Alphas and Betas were unable to be completed by Omegas on any given occasion. One could and would insist that an offer such as Triss’ should only come from the likes of someone, anyone that was considered to be higher than an Omega in the hierarchy. For Triss, it was simply another means of meeting the suffocating importance those above her seemed desperate to express and admittedly, enjoyed sharing such roles when in an relationship with an Alpha. This woman didn’t seem to radiate that desperate energy that most did, confidence in her status not to be affected by such offers and be overtaken by the need to express machismo.

“I wouldn’t mind, truly. I’m all for helping thy neighbour.” She had simply shrugged in response to the opposing woman’s words, shimmering blues thrown to the storm that remained steadfast and refuse to disperse and grant them even the slightest glimpse of the sun. “Perhaps, it would be safest to remain indoors with such lightning about.” A serene, carefree smile danced at the edge of her brims and her body pushed off and approached the coffee machine that was set up on a brewing station behind her in a single, fluid moment, beginning the grinding of coffee beans, preparing to brew the pale-skinned beauty a tasteful beverage. “Go on. You make your calls and I’ll bring you in a coffee in a moment. Any special requests or dietary concerns?”

[lilacdulcis]

If she could be quite honest, she hadn’t even thought about all of that. Yennefer was perhaps different to most alphas in that regard. She cared little about one’s status, alpha, beta, omega and everything else in between. What she cares about was what each one could do for her. Skills came from the person itself, not from what they were categorized as in society. So when Triss had offered such a thing, her concerned hadn’t been that she needed to loon alpha enough and assert dominance, instead she had been concerned about the woman and how she’d get soaked stepping out there. Besides, who would be able to do anything under such heavy rain?

“Help thy neighbor” the CEO repeated and released a light almost inaudible snort. “That’s. . . Not many have that mindset” she tells the stranger. The human hums quietly and nods, “yes, do stay indoors, hm?” She says, offering the woman with a wink. “Ah, milk and two spoons of brown sugar” she says before stepping through the door and taking the direction the redhead had told her. The raven haired woman felt some form of relief at being away from the baker’s enticing smell. Except that it is that much more potent in the office. “Fuck” she mumbles and sighs, closing her eyes so center herself. The lilac eyed woman makes the call to triple A but it isn’t much help.

The woman request for them to come as soon as posible and then calls her office, requesting to be picked up as soon as possible. Yennefer had taken a seat behind the desk because the woman never had any problem owning a room.

[autuasnoita]

Yennefer had a point. Few had that mindset. Was that not enough of an encouragement to try and spread kindness? How else could it disperse and unfurl, blooming amongst others and creating change? Perhaps, Triss was simply blessed with an unusually sunny disposition that could not be beaten down. But then, the Temerian was stubborn and surprising so, often refusing to back down when a situation got onerous. “I try to remain noteworthy.” It’s a simple jest, trailed promptly by the playful wiggle of her brows and the arcs of opulent cheeks warm, mantling with an concoction of demure emotions at the simple but painfully effective wink. “Fantastic.” Supple brims of delicate flesh flourish, blossoming with that of a benevolent simper as lithe digits curl, tangle loosely in the worn fabric of the cloth as the woman departed to call those required and the baker turned, directing her concentration to set about properly preparing the stranger’s coffee.

It had take a moment for the Temerian to return to her usual routine, the realm of her mind distracted by the presence of the opposing woman and the few moments that they had shared. The brief interaction had left her with an array of conflicting emotions, ones that stung and others that soothed. It reminded her of just how lonely her life now was and how terribly it lacked genuine, satisfying interactions but proved that there was something on the other side, that something could be made after heartache.

Her life outside of her beloved, little business was utterly and completely dull apart from the adventures in gardening and sowing. There was nothing to mention. Why would there be? There was no romance, nothing since the tragic and bitter end of her relationship with Philippa. She hadn’t felt as if it was the right moment to try and move on, to try and find someone else more deserving of her love and dedication.

Triss felt—. Hmm. How could she properly describe it and not appear childish, easily impressed? Startled? Unnerved? Astounded? They all seemingly worked, described Triss’ array of emotions that swirled unforgivingly in her chest. It wasn’t everyday that a beautiful woman stepped forth into her shop, let alone one that had managed to capture her attention so rigorously, so thoroughly and was dripping with such confidence and charm. Alas, nothing would come of it. Or so it seemed.

Suntanned knuckles brushed against the door to Triss’ own office, announcing both her presence and oncoming arrival before a careful shoulder pressed, letting the door carefully slide open as the Temerian balanced a plate that held Yennefer’s coffee and a small breakfast muffin with effortless ease that only came with practise. She couldn’t let Yennefer simply have a coffee by herself, could she?

[autuasnoita]

hello! do you have a rules page?

Hello! I actually do. It is on my pinned post. If you just press Pandy, it should come up! ☺️

[berleezymoved]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙾 𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.    feel free to change pronouns/tenses to suit scenarios, etc.

“baby, come here.”

“i get so lonely at night.”

“why can’t you tell that i’m desperate?”

“why can’t you tell that i’m bad for you?”

“i wish i was you.”

“so, why can’t you tell me what you think i should?”

“if you were here for the other night, you’d be terrified.”

“you know, i think the lines you’re afraid of are all made up.”

“last night, it was bad.”

“i wanna slow it down, but nobody would’ve let me.”

“maybe if you feel out of place, maybe it’s because you are.”

“i hope they crucify me.”

“no more parties in los angeles.”

“as of right now, my job is to lie down.”

“i hope they cancel me.”

“i pretend i’m ten times stronger for you.”

“you show so much promise.”

“it’s okay to be unhappy with all this.”

“what’s it like to be you?”

“do you see me that way?”

“do you remember my name?”

“i want her.”

“i want her to be just like you.”

“you know you’re my favorite.”

“just like me in my day, but you got all your priorities mixed up.”

“what’s it like being famous?”

“do you see a stranger when you look at my face?”

“sometimes, i wanna save you from everything.”

“it’s impossible to say what you’re gonna be.”

“it’s no business of mine how you waste your time.”

“i bet you miss what you had.”

“do you ever wonder why everyone is out to get you every day?”

“do you question anything?”

“how many warning signs until it hits you?”

“gravity’s your friend.”

“too many factors to be sure.”

“so many reasons to think twice.”

“you fall out of touch sometimes.”

“simple things make a difference in your day.”

“when you cry, i get fucking anxiety.”

“take the time to tell me how it ended up this way.”

“your love is cheap; it doesn’t cost anything.”

“what happens when you can’t keep doing it?”

“am i just scared for you?”

“can you feel the weight of their eyes on your neck?”

“i know you didn’t make any plans.”

“are we dead?”

“were you feeling left out?”

“they can tell that your mind is a mess.”

“these days don’t end.”

“you lost the things that brought us closer.”

“forgot how good it feels to be alone.”

“is this how i’m supposed to feel?”

“make it easy for me.”

“take it easy on me.”

“i still don’t know how you felt.”

“you can’t blame me.”

“why switch like different seasons?”

“you won’t find heaven, not in these hills.”

“you shouldn’t be here.”

“you can still make your mind.”

“i can’t save your life.”

“you can’t carry me through this.”

“i got your back sometime.”

“you’ll still be my favorite.”

“i wish i could save you.”

“i guess you got what you wanted.”

“you got your answer.”

“i’m in a dark place.”

“just know i’m not proud of everything i did so far.”

“i do it all for you.”

“can you follow my lead for once?”

“i can never make up for the time.”

“this is not love, i’m a glorified doorstop.”

“you wonder why we fell into a standstill.”

“we don’t need long.”

“still in the same boat.”

“please don’t ask to stay with me.”

“yeah, i’m still the same.”

“i feel insane.”

“don’t take this shit too serious.”

“look at what we accomplished.”

“i can tell you what it means.”

[lilacandunicorns-archived-deact]

All I ever wanted was the world, I can’t help that I need it all

Indie Yennefer of Vengerberg from The Witcher universe. Game compliant through The Witcher 3: The Wild Hunt, with some book influences. 21+

Rules || Verses || Bio 

[lilacsngooseberries]

lilacsngooseberries is an  independent  game, Netflix show & heavily  headcanon influenced  YENNEFER  OF  VENGERBERG written  by  Llŷr.

This  blog will deal  with  triggering  material  including:  discussions  of  self harm, suicidality,  emotional  abuse,  ptsd,  depression,  mental  illness,  and  possibly more. I will  tag  everything potentially triggering,  but  please  know  that  these  topics  are  heavily tied to the character.

I will  only  interact  with  those  who  are  18 + this is nonnegotiable.

[lilacandunicorns-archived]

I’m not heartless, I’ve just learned how to use my heart less

Independent Yennefer of Vengerberg RP. Game canon, highly dependent on CD Projekt Red’s Witcher 3: The Wild Hunt. I am not particularly familiar with the books or show but am happy to write with muses from any adaptation. 

Multi-verse including Game of Thrones, Vampire Diaries, Dragon Age, and general fantasy. 

Sideblog, follow comse from @invncibleiron

[autuasnoita]

blossoms of the heart, @lilacdulcis

How unforgiving the forecast appeared, cloud cover serving as an idle threat and wind speed delivering it’s victims unforgiving windburn. There was a storm upon the horizon, threatening to spill over and feed the land beneath with nurturing rain and low rumbles, grumbling echos rolled over the hills, creating a song that was, truly, gripping and accompanied by a feast for the eyes as the sky danced with light.

Signs of life were minuscule, only the odd vehicle and it’s gleaming headlights passing along a stretch of road not yet awoken at the most unsuspecting times, telling a tale to the unfortunate who had to work while their loved ones slumbered. Said vehicles were seen pausing, stopping in on the only shop that dared to be awake at such an early hour and receiving their fuel for the day given joyously by a courteous woman who simply shouldn’t be so chipper at hours as early as this. Small the establishment was but the bakery held an endearing charm, an ode to the old world as sandstone brick and polished wood remained steadfast beneath the ticking arm of time. One couldn’t help but fall in love, unable to pass by without peering in at least once and discovering not only tasteful food, beautiful flowers and handmade items but an comfortable, jovial atmosphere that radiated warmth.

Triss Merigold had arrived at the challenging decision to move from her home in Maribor to the City of Vengerberg that laid in the neighbouring state of Aedirn only two years prior to this tempestuous morning and feverishly moved a few months later in an hopeful attempt at starting over. She had opened this quaint, picturesque store on a whim, blithely abandoning her work as a Public Affairs Consultant and acting out in favour of herself and her newly discovered freedom, finally allowing herself to use her hard-earned savings and knowledge towards something that the woman had always wanted instead of following what those around her thought she should do. Flowers & Flour combined the wonderful scent and beauty of pulchritudinous flowers at the very peak of their bloom with warm, buttery pastries of both savoury and sweet. There was the odds and ends sold in the store, organic items that fed the body and soul and ranged from organic shampoos and soaps to slaves and tender-smelling creams. It had become tastefully popular, a small hole in the wall where customers repeatedly returned and the working man or woman had found immense satisfaction as there was always a warm meal and a hot coffee to be offered when most shops were closed, uninterested in the faithful customers on offer if they dared to open a few hours earlier.

The sun’s rays had not begun to peak through and the weather served only to worsen, rain colliding against the windows of the establishment and earning an curious gaze from the Temerian as her attention was, momentarily, turned from her determined but gentle kneading to the loud crackle of thunder. Stalwart hands were wiped upon that of a stray cloth, an attempt to save the woman’s colourful sundress and equally vibrant sweater from spots of flour as the sound of a bell pulled her from the depths of her mind and signalled the arrival of a new customer. A beguiling smile leaped upon ample lips with natural-born ease as the woman turned merrily, completely and utterly prepared to serve her customer with joy that came to Triss naturally only for orbs of shimmering blue to arrive upon a truly beautiful woman that appeared to be a whirlwind of passionate and sheer determination, dressed only in shades of white and black with skin so delicately pale as if it was pure porcelain itself and lavish, obsidian tresses that blended in effortlessly with the shadows of the night. Suddenly, Triss felt unprepared and lacking the correct outfit, underdressed for an moment unexpected and that should have be paid little attention instead of this utter and complete concentration. There was this agonising desperation to please this woman, to impress her in any way, shape or form possible. This woman was, to be frank, painfully prepossessing, haunting and beguiling all at once tastefully enveloped in a power suit that hugged indulgently at succulent curves in a prideful display and smelling wondrously of such potent, sweet-smelling alpha pheromones that left her inner omega quivering and unable to ignore. Gods. Control of her fingers was non-existent as they grew a mind of their own and begun to mindlessly fix pieces of her display, burying herself and her mind in an attempt to try and play blissful ignorance to this angelic beauty that walked into her midst.

Spherules were wild, chaotic and tresses disheveled by the harsh swipes of the rain and wind, tender timbre resonating with passion as the both the weather and her car were brutally destroyed by a stream of unforgiving words, a sight that truly left the Omega breathless in an instant and utterly struck with wonderment. Triss silently reminded herself of the virtues, of one’s control and that she was far better than that of a typical, stereotypical Omega, far better than her inner workings. This woman was simply another customer and was in no way, shape or form any different to her and should be treated with respect, no ogled upon as if she was some poor, hopeless animal captured in a zoo for the amusement of others.

“Hi there. . .” Gods. How embarrassing it was to hear her own voice crack, threatening to fall into ruins as her senses were blissfully overwhelmed by the nameless Alpha’s pheromones that seemed to call out to her Omega. “Please, take a seat. . . It looks like your morning has been less than forgiving.” However, her beguiling simper had remained in place, if not turned ever so slightly goofy, charming in an bashful sense as an freckled visage danced with joyous, unrelenting energy and as the counter was forgotten in favour of a chair being pulled backwards in a kind display to grant this woman somewhere to sit and rest. “Are you waiting on Triple A or are you needing to call them?” Triss rocked loosely on the back of her heels, fallen curls that failed to be captured by her loose but tasteful bun swaying and bouncing in rhythm with the movement as that natural-born enthusiasm ensured her energy was always plentiful, almost impossible to extinguish, if not simply impossible. This woman’s mumbles earlier had been just enough to paint a small picture of the situation and the reason for her, well, slightly dishevelled and yet beautiful look.

[lilacdulcis]

Yennefer loathed mornings. Mornings were the root of all evil, in her honest opinion. Every single day she rose before the sun and felt as though she could murder an entire city as if they held any responsibility over her being up at such ungodly hours. She only felt even remotely human when she had a cup of coffee and even then it took a couple of then before she felt silly functional. The obsidian locks woman was, in a regular basis, quite grumpy but she was deadly so in the mornings. Yennefer rose, showered and dressed for the day, body going through the motions automatically while her mind still struggled to wake up. Coffee to go, she’ll have it downed before reaching the office where another one awaits her. She woman grabs her phone, which she notes is dead, exhausted from the night prior, the CEO has gone straight to bed and forgotten to plug it in.

“Fuck” she growls.

No matter, she’ll put it to charge in the car. Stepping out, the sky seemed darker than usual, starless. The pale woman could tell it was going to rain, and heavily at that. How lovely. Slipping into her car, off she goes driving down the nearly deserted streets of Vengerberg. It begins to pour, suddenly, making it rather difficult for the woman to see. Her headlights are long and her wipers at full speed. With no cars in the road, the pale woman feels safe enough to rummage around for her charger. She pulls lilac eyes away from the road for a singular moment, just a moment and the next thing she knows, she is taking a hole on the road at full speed, popping her wheel. She swerves some, hands shooting to the steering wheel and heeled foot slamming on the breaks. Her car settles on a curb.

There’s a moment of silence, her breathing is ragged, hands gripping the wheel tightly. The rain continues to pour, the wipers continue to move side to side quickly. “FUUUUUUCK” she screams in aggravation. Never mind that she could’ve nearly died, why the fuck was there a hole on the road? Why wasn’t it fixed? She knew the mayor was trash, but fucks sake. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She could charger her phone but she realizes she only had enough gas to get to work. She needs coffee asap and gods she wanted out of this damn rain! The woman looks around, trying to gather her bearings and honestly she expected nothing to be open at this hour. Most shops opened at six am at the earliest but there was one, just across from her. Lights on and well maybe they can let her burrow a phone.

The Aerdinian sighs and begins to look around for an umbrella but of fucking course she doesn’t have it here. She’ll have to use her blazer for cover. Perhaps she can get closer with the car. In a slow drive, Yennefer manages to park in front of the store which will make her walk less and in turn will make her become less wet. Turning the car off and taking her wallet from her purse, the raven haired woman maneuvers herself so that she can get out with her blazer over her head and briskly walks into the shop. Warmth instantly surrounds her and she shivers violently as the wet parts of her body from briefly being out in such weather are hit by the change in temperature.

“Fuck, shit, stupid car” she mutter to herself. “Stupid phone, stupid street.”

𝙃𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

Yennefer gets startle and turns, as if having completely forgotten the reason she even came here. Forgotten that obviously somehow will be running this shop. A bakery and a flower shop all in one? How peculiar. Lilac eyes as stormy as the weather outside settles on the redhead behind the counter. The alpha finds herself captivated by the woman and now that she seems aware of her presence, she was also very away of the spicy of her pheromones. An omega. A rather sweet smelling okie which makes her stomach twist into a knot and heart flutter. She was lovely, skin kissed by freckles and lose strands of hair falling to frame her face. She looked soft, gentle and warm. And she was chirper, who the hell is this chirper in the mornings. Her studying of the woman is so intense she nearly misses the next words the omega utters.

Blinking a few times, Yennefer fixes her blazer and takes slow steps towards the counter. “I’m in need of a phone to contact them. My phone is dead in my car I’m afraid and I have almost no gas.” As if to make her stress more obvious, her hand runs through her slightly wild locks.

[autuasnoita]

Triss was and had always been a woman that was feverishly energetic, truly blessed with a undeniable sunny disposition that rarely took a beating by even the most uncomfortable situations. It was natural-born, there from the moment she was born and remained steadfast, even throughout the difficulties that fate had carelessly cast in her path. To be caring, free-spirited and loving came easy to the Temerian as if she was simply breathing air.

“You chose the worst of days to have mechanical problems, haven’t you?” She had chosen to jest with that of a light chuckle, the base of her throat fluttering laboriously around the lump that settled in the depths of her throat and supple brims carved a path for delicate dimples and crows feet to form within porcelain flesh as cornflower blue orbs fluttered nervously over the pale-skinned alpha that seemed to call feverishly, persistently to the omega.

“I would suggest the mechanic a few stores down but I am afraid he won’t be in for at least two hours.” Her pristine teeth sunk into the flesh of her inner cheek, gnawing lightly but painfully as fingers busied themselves in a mindless dance before stretching outwards and curling around the wireless landline, offering it to the opposing woman as the distribution of her body was rocked, swayed between her opposing feet. “Here. . . Use it to your heart’s desire. I’ll brew you a coffee, on the house.” Triss’ visage was the very definition of bashful, gaze gliding over the opposing woman in nervous strides as if one glance simply was not enough and another was needed, observing her shyly. “You can use my office, if you like. . . There’s a heater in the corner and I can turn it on for you and, perhaps, I can try and find you a towel, only if you want, that is.”

[lilacdulcis]

Normally Yennefer would find the teasing words annoying, would make her roll her eyes. If she had an even greater distaste towards you, you may find yourself lashed out with her sharp tongue. However the ever so obvious jest from this stranger didn’t cause such a reaction, which Yennefer already found quite peculiar. The raven haired CEO found herself feelings a hint of amusement which made the corners of her lips twitch before she gets a hold of herself. What she gives as a response is a simple hum.

It didn’t surprise her that the mechanic that was anywhere near here was closed. Because again, who in the hell wakes up at this ungodly hours if they have a choice? “No surprise there” the lilac eyed woman comments offhandedly, the low timbers of her voice resonating through the quiet space. Quiet aside from the constant landing of drops on the windowpanes and the occasional thunder. Yennefer looks at the phone and grabs it, “thank you” she says and observes the omega which seems to be doing far more to accommodate her than she should. “That all sounds wonderful, actually” she says, looking around for a second before pointing towards a door to the side near the back. “Is that the office?”

[autuasnoita]

Short nails are painted in that of a shade that matched ever so effortlessly to her bright burning personality, a jovial, joyous yellow that had begun to be chipped at the edges from the strenuous work that her hands were forced into each and every day. It wasn’t easy work, to be someone that baked professionally or tended to flowers by the bucket, especially when many of the beauteous fauna that were proudly on display within her shop was clipped and transported by herself and herself only. Perhaps, the laborious work and it’s arduous tendencies were that of an unforeseen gift as the constant stream of challenging work alongside her equally rigorous hobbies of hiking, kayaking and bird-watching kept the Florist in such a shape that couldn’t help but be admired from those that crossed her path. How surprising it was, no? How a slender frame as petite and lithe as Triss’ was hiding solid, dense muscles beneath a delicate, colourful sundress.

She had that of a distinctive talent when it came to disarming someone and turning something that would usually irritate them into a pleasure, earning a mild chuckle of amusement or a bitten back smile. To anyone else, the slight curl to the nameless woman’s ample lips would have been easily missed but beneath the attentive, caring gaze of the carefree Omega, it had been unable to be missed, and in fact, it had burned ever so brightly in a display that left Triss blissfully breathless. She hummed lowly in response to the woman’s words, the tips of her fingers tapping loosely at the edge of the counter as shimmering blues remained bashfully upon the pale-skinned beauty and a tentative inhale was taken in. Gods. How painful it was to simply inhale, to have her senses flooded, once more, with the sickeningly sweet scent of the alpha. “Only a few are up this early and most are busy, given the lack of competitors. It’s a surprisingly combative business.” Her gaze flickered hazardously towards the mentioned door, a slow but jovial nod indicating that the nameless woman was, in fact, correct. “It’s through that door and the first door on the left, unless would don’t mind being amongst the ovens in the workshop. It can get awfully heated if you aren’t accustomed.” She had fallen silent, teeth pulling at the delicate flesh of her lower lip as her gaze flickered to the world outside thoughtfully. “May I ask the issue that affects your car? If it’s a flat tire, I could help you but anything more serious than that, perhaps not. . . I could be faster than Triple A.”

[lilacdulcis]

Yennefer’s gaze took her in, finally. Noticing the way she dressed, the way she carried herself. It was oddly adorable, endearing even. For the briefest of seconds she found herself thinking like a typical alpha and wondering how such a petite frame would look without the somewhat large sweater and loose sundress. She had no idea that beneath it all laid soft but solid muscles. The CEO blinks a few times, slowly so it looks as though she were merely blinking rather than pushing away certain thoughts.

It was — odd, being so intensely looked upon in a not so menacing way. She was used to studied, yes, observed as a means to find some form of weakness. She’s never been looked at like this, as if this stranger was trying to capture every singular detail about her. Not even her ex-mate and husband, Geralt, looked at her like this. At least he hadn’t after years of being together. The alpha was already struck by how the simple smell of the omega seemed to call viciously to her, she couldn’t allow herself to fall under that gaze either. A dark brown arches up at the words, “combative, really?” She couldn’t picture it, bakers or florists going tooth and nail for the success of their business. But then again, if it’s a business, isn’t there always competition? Actually everything in life is. “That shouldn’t surprise me, really, everything in life is. I suppose perhaps the idea of you being competitive is what surprises me. I’ve only just met you, not properly I may add, but you don’t seem like that sort of person. . . You’re too sweet” she says thoughtfully, head cocking to the side.

Yennefer then nods at the directions, heels clicking away on the tiles when she moves towards it with the phone in hand. It is right as she is by the door, pale hand upon the handle that the next words reach her. Her body turns slightly towards the redhead, both brows rising at that. “As a matter of fact it is my tire” she says, leaning slightly on the door. “However it is pouring outside, dear, I couldn’t possibly ask such a favor of you.”

[autuasnoita]

It was unheard of, was it not? That it was an Omega that was currently offering to fix an Alpha’s tire and not the other way around? Society had left humanity with cliché standards that they willingly lived by in their day to day life and had normalised that actions taken on by the likes of both Alphas and Betas were unable to be completed by Omegas on any given occasion. One could and would insist that an offer such as Triss’ should only come from the likes of someone, anyone that was considered to be higher than an Omega in the hierarchy. For Triss, it was simply another means of meeting the suffocating importance those above her seemed desperate to express and admittedly, enjoyed sharing such roles when in an relationship with an Alpha. This woman didn’t seem to radiate that desperate energy that most did, confidence in her status not to be affected by such offers and be overtaken by the need to express machismo.

“I wouldn’t mind, truly. I’m all for helping thy neighbour.” She had simply shrugged in response to the opposing woman’s words, shimmering blues thrown to the storm that remained steadfast and refuse to disperse and grant them even the slightest glimpse of the sun. “Perhaps, it would be safest to remain indoors with such lightning about.” A serene, carefree smile danced at the edge of her brims and her body pushed off and approached the coffee machine that was set up on a brewing station behind her in a single, fluid moment, beginning the grinding of coffee beans, preparing to brew the pale-skinned beauty a tasteful beverage. “Go on. You make your calls and I’ll bring you in a coffee in a moment. Any special requests or dietary concerns?”

[autuasnoita]

blossoms of the heart, @lilacdulcis

How unforgiving the forecast appeared, cloud cover serving as an idle threat and wind speed delivering it’s victims unforgiving windburn. There was a storm upon the horizon, threatening to spill over and feed the land beneath with nurturing rain and low rumbles, grumbling echos rolled over the hills, creating a song that was, truly, gripping and accompanied by a feast for the eyes as the sky danced with light.

Signs of life were minuscule, only the odd vehicle and it’s gleaming headlights passing along a stretch of road not yet awoken at the most unsuspecting times, telling a tale to the unfortunate who had to work while their loved ones slumbered. Said vehicles were seen pausing, stopping in on the only shop that dared to be awake at such an early hour and receiving their fuel for the day given joyously by a courteous woman who simply shouldn’t be so chipper at hours as early as this. Small the establishment was but the bakery held an endearing charm, an ode to the old world as sandstone brick and polished wood remained steadfast beneath the ticking arm of time. One couldn’t help but fall in love, unable to pass by without peering in at least once and discovering not only tasteful food, beautiful flowers and handmade items but an comfortable, jovial atmosphere that radiated warmth.

Triss Merigold had arrived at the challenging decision to move from her home in Maribor to the City of Vengerberg that laid in the neighbouring state of Aedirn only two years prior to this tempestuous morning and feverishly moved a few months later in an hopeful attempt at starting over. She had opened this quaint, picturesque store on a whim, blithely abandoning her work as a Public Affairs Consultant and acting out in favour of herself and her newly discovered freedom, finally allowing herself to use her hard-earned savings and knowledge towards something that the woman had always wanted instead of following what those around her thought she should do. Flowers & Flour combined the wonderful scent and beauty of pulchritudinous flowers at the very peak of their bloom with warm, buttery pastries of both savoury and sweet. There was the odds and ends sold in the store, organic items that fed the body and soul and ranged from organic shampoos and soaps to slaves and tender-smelling creams. It had become tastefully popular, a small hole in the wall where customers repeatedly returned and the working man or woman had found immense satisfaction as there was always a warm meal and a hot coffee to be offered when most shops were closed, uninterested in the faithful customers on offer if they dared to open a few hours earlier.

The sun’s rays had not begun to peak through and the weather served only to worsen, rain colliding against the windows of the establishment and earning an curious gaze from the Temerian as her attention was, momentarily, turned from her determined but gentle kneading to the loud crackle of thunder. Stalwart hands were wiped upon that of a stray cloth, an attempt to save the woman’s colourful sundress and equally vibrant sweater from spots of flour as the sound of a bell pulled her from the depths of her mind and signalled the arrival of a new customer. A beguiling smile leaped upon ample lips with natural-born ease as the woman turned merrily, completely and utterly prepared to serve her customer with joy that came to Triss naturally only for orbs of shimmering blue to arrive upon a truly beautiful woman that appeared to be a whirlwind of passionate and sheer determination, dressed only in shades of white and black with skin so delicately pale as if it was pure porcelain itself and lavish, obsidian tresses that blended in effortlessly with the shadows of the night. Suddenly, Triss felt unprepared and lacking the correct outfit, underdressed for an moment unexpected and that should have be paid little attention instead of this utter and complete concentration. There was this agonising desperation to please this woman, to impress her in any way, shape or form possible. This woman was, to be frank, painfully prepossessing, haunting and beguiling all at once tastefully enveloped in a power suit that hugged indulgently at succulent curves in a prideful display and smelling wondrously of such potent, sweet-smelling alpha pheromones that left her inner omega quivering and unable to ignore. Gods. Control of her fingers was non-existent as they grew a mind of their own and begun to mindlessly fix pieces of her display, burying herself and her mind in an attempt to try and play blissful ignorance to this angelic beauty that walked into her midst.

Spherules were wild, chaotic and tresses disheveled by the harsh swipes of the rain and wind, tender timbre resonating with passion as the both the weather and her car were brutally destroyed by a stream of unforgiving words, a sight that truly left the Omega breathless in an instant and utterly struck with wonderment. Triss silently reminded herself of the virtues, of one’s control and that she was far better than that of a typical, stereotypical Omega, far better than her inner workings. This woman was simply another customer and was in no way, shape or form any different to her and should be treated with respect, no ogled upon as if she was some poor, hopeless animal captured in a zoo for the amusement of others.

“Hi there. . .” Gods. How embarrassing it was to hear her own voice crack, threatening to fall into ruins as her senses were blissfully overwhelmed by the nameless Alpha’s pheromones that seemed to call out to her Omega. “Please, take a seat. . . It looks like your morning has been less than forgiving.” However, her beguiling simper had remained in place, if not turned ever so slightly goofy, charming in an bashful sense as an freckled visage danced with joyous, unrelenting energy and as the counter was forgotten in favour of a chair being pulled backwards in a kind display to grant this woman somewhere to sit and rest. “Are you waiting on Triple A or are you needing to call them?” Triss rocked loosely on the back of her heels, fallen curls that failed to be captured by her loose but tasteful bun swaying and bouncing in rhythm with the movement as that natural-born enthusiasm ensured her energy was always plentiful, almost impossible to extinguish, if not simply impossible. This woman’s mumbles earlier had been just enough to paint a small picture of the situation and the reason for her, well, slightly dishevelled and yet beautiful look.

[lilacdulcis]

Yennefer loathed mornings. Mornings were the root of all evil, in her honest opinion. Every single day she rose before the sun and felt as though she could murder an entire city as if they held any responsibility over her being up at such ungodly hours. She only felt even remotely human when she had a cup of coffee and even then it took a couple of then before she felt silly functional. The obsidian locks woman was, in a regular basis, quite grumpy but she was deadly so in the mornings. Yennefer rose, showered and dressed for the day, body going through the motions automatically while her mind still struggled to wake up. Coffee to go, she’ll have it downed before reaching the office where another one awaits her. She woman grabs her phone, which she notes is dead, exhausted from the night prior, the CEO has gone straight to bed and forgotten to plug it in.

“Fuck” she growls.

No matter, she’ll put it to charge in the car. Stepping out, the sky seemed darker than usual, starless. The pale woman could tell it was going to rain, and heavily at that. How lovely. Slipping into her car, off she goes driving down the nearly deserted streets of Vengerberg. It begins to pour, suddenly, making it rather difficult for the woman to see. Her headlights are long and her wipers at full speed. With no cars in the road, the pale woman feels safe enough to rummage around for her charger. She pulls lilac eyes away from the road for a singular moment, just a moment and the next thing she knows, she is taking a hole on the road at full speed, popping her wheel. She swerves some, hands shooting to the steering wheel and heeled foot slamming on the breaks. Her car settles on a curb.

There’s a moment of silence, her breathing is ragged, hands gripping the wheel tightly. The rain continues to pour, the wipers continue to move side to side quickly. “FUUUUUUCK” she screams in aggravation. Never mind that she could’ve nearly died, why the fuck was there a hole on the road? Why wasn’t it fixed? She knew the mayor was trash, but fucks sake. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She could charger her phone but she realizes she only had enough gas to get to work. She needs coffee asap and gods she wanted out of this damn rain! The woman looks around, trying to gather her bearings and honestly she expected nothing to be open at this hour. Most shops opened at six am at the earliest but there was one, just across from her. Lights on and well maybe they can let her burrow a phone.

The Aerdinian sighs and begins to look around for an umbrella but of fucking course she doesn’t have it here. She’ll have to use her blazer for cover. Perhaps she can get closer with the car. In a slow drive, Yennefer manages to park in front of the store which will make her walk less and in turn will make her become less wet. Turning the car off and taking her wallet from her purse, the raven haired woman maneuvers herself so that she can get out with her blazer over her head and briskly walks into the shop. Warmth instantly surrounds her and she shivers violently as the wet parts of her body from briefly being out in such weather are hit by the change in temperature.

“Fuck, shit, stupid car” she mutter to herself. “Stupid phone, stupid street.”

𝙃𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

Yennefer gets startle and turns, as if having completely forgotten the reason she even came here. Forgotten that obviously somehow will be running this shop. A bakery and a flower shop all in one? How peculiar. Lilac eyes as stormy as the weather outside settles on the redhead behind the counter. The alpha finds herself captivated by the woman and now that she seems aware of her presence, she was also very away of the spicy of her pheromones. An omega. A rather sweet smelling okie which makes her stomach twist into a knot and heart flutter. She was lovely, skin kissed by freckles and lose strands of hair falling to frame her face. She looked soft, gentle and warm. And she was chirper, who the hell is this chirper in the mornings. Her studying of the woman is so intense she nearly misses the next words the omega utters.

Blinking a few times, Yennefer fixes her blazer and takes slow steps towards the counter. “I’m in need of a phone to contact them. My phone is dead in my car I’m afraid and I have almost no gas.” As if to make her stress more obvious, her hand runs through her slightly wild locks.

[autuasnoita]

Triss was and had always been a woman that was feverishly energetic, truly blessed with a undeniable sunny disposition that rarely took a beating by even the most uncomfortable situations. It was natural-born, there from the moment she was born and remained steadfast, even throughout the difficulties that fate had carelessly cast in her path. To be caring, free-spirited and loving came easy to the Temerian as if she was simply breathing air.

“You chose the worst of days to have mechanical problems, haven’t you?” She had chosen to jest with that of a light chuckle, the base of her throat fluttering laboriously around the lump that settled in the depths of her throat and supple brims carved a path for delicate dimples and crows feet to form within porcelain flesh as cornflower blue orbs fluttered nervously over the pale-skinned alpha that seemed to call feverishly, persistently to the omega.

“I would suggest the mechanic a few stores down but I am afraid he won’t be in for at least two hours.” Her pristine teeth sunk into the flesh of her inner cheek, gnawing lightly but painfully as fingers busied themselves in a mindless dance before stretching outwards and curling around the wireless landline, offering it to the opposing woman as the distribution of her body was rocked, swayed between her opposing feet. “Here. . . Use it to your heart’s desire. I’ll brew you a coffee, on the house.” Triss’ visage was the very definition of bashful, gaze gliding over the opposing woman in nervous strides as if one glance simply was not enough and another was needed, observing her shyly. “You can use my office, if you like. . . There’s a heater in the corner and I can turn it on for you and, perhaps, I can try and find you a towel, only if you want, that is.”

[lilacdulcis]

Normally Yennefer would find the teasing words annoying, would make her roll her eyes. If she had an even greater distaste towards you, you may find yourself lashed out with her sharp tongue. However the ever so obvious jest from this stranger didn’t cause such a reaction, which Yennefer already found quite peculiar. The raven haired CEO found herself feelings a hint of amusement which made the corners of her lips twitch before she gets a hold of herself. What she gives as a response is a simple hum.

It didn’t surprise her that the mechanic that was anywhere near here was closed. Because again, who in the hell wakes up at this ungodly hours if they have a choice? “No surprise there” the lilac eyed woman comments offhandedly, the low timbers of her voice resonating through the quiet space. Quiet aside from the constant landing of drops on the windowpanes and the occasional thunder. Yennefer looks at the phone and grabs it, “thank you” she says and observes the omega which seems to be doing far more to accommodate her than she should. “That all sounds wonderful, actually” she says, looking around for a second before pointing towards a door to the side near the back. “Is that the office?”

[autuasnoita]

Short nails are painted in that of a shade that matched ever so effortlessly to her bright burning personality, a jovial, joyous yellow that had begun to be chipped at the edges from the strenuous work that her hands were forced into each and every day. It wasn’t easy work, to be someone that baked professionally or tended to flowers by the bucket, especially when many of the beauteous fauna that were proudly on display within her shop was clipped and transported by herself and herself only. Perhaps, the laborious work and it’s arduous tendencies were that of an unforeseen gift as the constant stream of challenging work alongside her equally rigorous hobbies of hiking, kayaking and bird-watching kept the Florist in such a shape that couldn’t help but be admired from those that crossed her path. How surprising it was, no? How a slender frame as petite and lithe as Triss’ was hiding solid, dense muscles beneath a delicate, colourful sundress.

She had that of a distinctive talent when it came to disarming someone and turning something that would usually irritate them into a pleasure, earning a mild chuckle of amusement or a bitten back smile. To anyone else, the slight curl to the nameless woman’s ample lips would have been easily missed but beneath the attentive, caring gaze of the carefree Omega, it had been unable to be missed, and in fact, it had burned ever so brightly in a display that left Triss blissfully breathless. She hummed lowly in response to the woman’s words, the tips of her fingers tapping loosely at the edge of the counter as shimmering blues remained bashfully upon the pale-skinned beauty and a tentative inhale was taken in. Gods. How painful it was to simply inhale, to have her senses flooded, once more, with the sickeningly sweet scent of the alpha. “Only a few are up this early and most are busy, given the lack of competitors. It’s a surprisingly combative business.” Her gaze flickered hazardously towards the mentioned door, a slow but jovial nod indicating that the nameless woman was, in fact, correct. “It’s through that door and the first door on the left, unless would don’t mind being amongst the ovens in the workshop. It can get awfully heated if you aren’t accustomed.” She had fallen silent, teeth pulling at the delicate flesh of her lower lip as her gaze flickered to the world outside thoughtfully. “May I ask the issue that affects your car? If it’s a flat tire, I could help you but anything more serious than that, perhaps not. . . I could be faster than Triple A.”

[autuasnoita]

blossoms of the heart, @lilacdulcis

How unforgiving the forecast appeared, cloud cover serving as an idle threat and wind speed delivering it’s victims unforgiving windburn. There was a storm upon the horizon, threatening to spill over and feed the land beneath with nurturing rain and low rumbles, grumbling echos rolled over the hills, creating a song that was, truly, gripping and accompanied by a feast for the eyes as the sky danced with light.

Signs of life were minuscule, only the odd vehicle and it’s gleaming headlights passing along a stretch of road not yet awoken at the most unsuspecting times, telling a tale to the unfortunate who had to work while their loved ones slumbered. Said vehicles were seen pausing, stopping in on the only shop that dared to be awake at such an early hour and receiving their fuel for the day given joyously by a courteous woman who simply shouldn’t be so chipper at hours as early as this. Small the establishment was but the bakery held an endearing charm, an ode to the old world as sandstone brick and polished wood remained steadfast beneath the ticking arm of time. One couldn’t help but fall in love, unable to pass by without peering in at least once and discovering not only tasteful food, beautiful flowers and handmade items but an comfortable, jovial atmosphere that radiated warmth.

Triss Merigold had arrived at the challenging decision to move from her home in Maribor to the City of Vengerberg that laid in the neighbouring state of Aedirn only two years prior to this tempestuous morning and feverishly moved a few months later in an hopeful attempt at starting over. She had opened this quaint, picturesque store on a whim, blithely abandoning her work as a Public Affairs Consultant and acting out in favour of herself and her newly discovered freedom, finally allowing herself to use her hard-earned savings and knowledge towards something that the woman had always wanted instead of following what those around her thought she should do. Flowers & Flour combined the wonderful scent and beauty of pulchritudinous flowers at the very peak of their bloom with warm, buttery pastries of both savoury and sweet. There was the odds and ends sold in the store, organic items that fed the body and soul and ranged from organic shampoos and soaps to slaves and tender-smelling creams. It had become tastefully popular, a small hole in the wall where customers repeatedly returned and the working man or woman had found immense satisfaction as there was always a warm meal and a hot coffee to be offered when most shops were closed, uninterested in the faithful customers on offer if they dared to open a few hours earlier.

The sun’s rays had not begun to peak through and the weather served only to worsen, rain colliding against the windows of the establishment and earning an curious gaze from the Temerian as her attention was, momentarily, turned from her determined but gentle kneading to the loud crackle of thunder. Stalwart hands were wiped upon that of a stray cloth, an attempt to save the woman’s colourful sundress and equally vibrant sweater from spots of flour as the sound of a bell pulled her from the depths of her mind and signalled the arrival of a new customer. A beguiling smile leaped upon ample lips with natural-born ease as the woman turned merrily, completely and utterly prepared to serve her customer with joy that came to Triss naturally only for orbs of shimmering blue to arrive upon a truly beautiful woman that appeared to be a whirlwind of passionate and sheer determination, dressed only in shades of white and black with skin so delicately pale as if it was pure porcelain itself and lavish, obsidian tresses that blended in effortlessly with the shadows of the night. Suddenly, Triss felt unprepared and lacking the correct outfit, underdressed for an moment unexpected and that should have be paid little attention instead of this utter and complete concentration. There was this agonising desperation to please this woman, to impress her in any way, shape or form possible. This woman was, to be frank, painfully prepossessing, haunting and beguiling all at once tastefully enveloped in a power suit that hugged indulgently at succulent curves in a prideful display and smelling wondrously of such potent, sweet-smelling alpha pheromones that left her inner omega quivering and unable to ignore. Gods. Control of her fingers was non-existent as they grew a mind of their own and begun to mindlessly fix pieces of her display, burying herself and her mind in an attempt to try and play blissful ignorance to this angelic beauty that walked into her midst.

Spherules were wild, chaotic and tresses disheveled by the harsh swipes of the rain and wind, tender timbre resonating with passion as the both the weather and her car were brutally destroyed by a stream of unforgiving words, a sight that truly left the Omega breathless in an instant and utterly struck with wonderment. Triss silently reminded herself of the virtues, of one’s control and that she was far better than that of a typical, stereotypical Omega, far better than her inner workings. This woman was simply another customer and was in no way, shape or form any different to her and should be treated with respect, no ogled upon as if she was some poor, hopeless animal captured in a zoo for the amusement of others.

“Hi there. . .” Gods. How embarrassing it was to hear her own voice crack, threatening to fall into ruins as her senses were blissfully overwhelmed by the nameless Alpha’s pheromones that seemed to call out to her Omega. “Please, take a seat. . . It looks like your morning has been less than forgiving.” However, her beguiling simper had remained in place, if not turned ever so slightly goofy, charming in an bashful sense as an freckled visage danced with joyous, unrelenting energy and as the counter was forgotten in favour of a chair being pulled backwards in a kind display to grant this woman somewhere to sit and rest. “Are you waiting on Triple A or are you needing to call them?” Triss rocked loosely on the back of her heels, fallen curls that failed to be captured by her loose but tasteful bun swaying and bouncing in rhythm with the movement as that natural-born enthusiasm ensured her energy was always plentiful, almost impossible to extinguish, if not simply impossible. This woman’s mumbles earlier had been just enough to paint a small picture of the situation and the reason for her, well, slightly dishevelled and yet beautiful look.

[lilacdulcis]

Yennefer loathed mornings. Mornings were the root of all evil, in her honest opinion. Every single day she rose before the sun and felt as though she could murder an entire city as if they held any responsibility over her being up at such ungodly hours. She only felt even remotely human when she had a cup of coffee and even then it took a couple of then before she felt silly functional. The obsidian locks woman was, in a regular basis, quite grumpy but she was deadly so in the mornings. Yennefer rose, showered and dressed for the day, body going through the motions automatically while her mind still struggled to wake up. Coffee to go, she’ll have it downed before reaching the office where another one awaits her. She woman grabs her phone, which she notes is dead, exhausted from the night prior, the CEO has gone straight to bed and forgotten to plug it in.

“Fuck” she growls.

No matter, she’ll put it to charge in the car. Stepping out, the sky seemed darker than usual, starless. The pale woman could tell it was going to rain, and heavily at that. How lovely. Slipping into her car, off she goes driving down the nearly deserted streets of Vengerberg. It begins to pour, suddenly, making it rather difficult for the woman to see. Her headlights are long and her wipers at full speed. With no cars in the road, the pale woman feels safe enough to rummage around for her charger. She pulls lilac eyes away from the road for a singular moment, just a moment and the next thing she knows, she is taking a hole on the road at full speed, popping her wheel. She swerves some, hands shooting to the steering wheel and heeled foot slamming on the breaks. Her car settles on a curb.

There’s a moment of silence, her breathing is ragged, hands gripping the wheel tightly. The rain continues to pour, the wipers continue to move side to side quickly. “FUUUUUUCK” she screams in aggravation. Never mind that she could’ve nearly died, why the fuck was there a hole on the road? Why wasn’t it fixed? She knew the mayor was trash, but fucks sake. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She could charger her phone but she realizes she only had enough gas to get to work. She needs coffee asap and gods she wanted out of this damn rain! The woman looks around, trying to gather her bearings and honestly she expected nothing to be open at this hour. Most shops opened at six am at the earliest but there was one, just across from her. Lights on and well maybe they can let her burrow a phone.

The Aerdinian sighs and begins to look around for an umbrella but of fucking course she doesn’t have it here. She’ll have to use her blazer for cover. Perhaps she can get closer with the car. In a slow drive, Yennefer manages to park in front of the store which will make her walk less and in turn will make her become less wet. Turning the car off and taking her wallet from her purse, the raven haired woman maneuvers herself so that she can get out with her blazer over her head and briskly walks into the shop. Warmth instantly surrounds her and she shivers violently as the wet parts of her body from briefly being out in such weather are hit by the change in temperature.

“Fuck, shit, stupid car” she mutter to herself. “Stupid phone, stupid street.”

𝙃𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.

Yennefer gets startle and turns, as if having completely forgotten the reason she even came here. Forgotten that obviously somehow will be running this shop. A bakery and a flower shop all in one? How peculiar. Lilac eyes as stormy as the weather outside settles on the redhead behind the counter. The alpha finds herself captivated by the woman and now that she seems aware of her presence, she was also very away of the spicy of her pheromones. An omega. A rather sweet smelling okie which makes her stomach twist into a knot and heart flutter. She was lovely, skin kissed by freckles and lose strands of hair falling to frame her face. She looked soft, gentle and warm. And she was chirper, who the hell is this chirper in the mornings. Her studying of the woman is so intense she nearly misses the next words the omega utters.

Blinking a few times, Yennefer fixes her blazer and takes slow steps towards the counter. “I’m in need of a phone to contact them. My phone is dead in my car I’m afraid and I have almost no gas.” As if to make her stress more obvious, her hand runs through her slightly wild locks.

[autuasnoita]

Triss was and had always been a woman that was feverishly energetic, truly blessed with a undeniable sunny disposition that rarely took a beating by even the most uncomfortable situations. It was natural-born, there from the moment she was born and remained steadfast, even throughout the difficulties that fate had carelessly cast in her path. To be caring, free-spirited and loving came easy to the Temerian as if she was simply breathing air.

“You chose the worst of days to have mechanical problems, haven’t you?” She had chosen to jest with that of a light chuckle, the base of her throat fluttering laboriously around the lump that settled in the depths of her throat and supple brims carved a path for delicate dimples and crows feet to form within porcelain flesh as cornflower blue orbs fluttered nervously over the pale-skinned alpha that seemed to call feverishly, persistently to the omega.

“I would suggest the mechanic a few stores down but I am afraid he won’t be in for at least two hours.” Her pristine teeth sunk into the flesh of her inner cheek, gnawing lightly but painfully as fingers busied themselves in a mindless dance before stretching outwards and curling around the wireless landline, offering it to the opposing woman as the distribution of her body was rocked, swayed between her opposing feet. “Here. . . Use it to your heart’s desire. I’ll brew you a coffee, on the house.” Triss’ visage was the very definition of bashful, gaze gliding over the opposing woman in nervous strides as if one glance simply was not enough and another was needed, observing her shyly. “You can use my office, if you like. . . There’s a heater in the corner and I can turn it on for you and, perhaps, I can try and find you a towel, only if you want, that is.”

[autuasnoita]

blossoms of the heart, @lilacdulcis

How unforgiving the forecast appeared, cloud cover serving as an idle threat and wind speed delivering it’s victims unforgiving windburn. There was a storm upon the horizon, threatening to spill over and feed the land beneath with nurturing rain and low rumbles, grumbling echos rolled over the hills, creating a song that was, truly, gripping and accompanied by a feast for the eyes as the sky danced with light.

Signs of life were minuscule, only the odd vehicle and it’s gleaming headlights passing along a stretch of road not yet awoken at the most unsuspecting times, telling a tale to the unfortunate who had to work while their loved ones slumbered. Said vehicles were seen pausing, stopping in on the only shop that dared to be awake at such an early hour and receiving their fuel for the day given joyously by a courteous woman who simply shouldn’t be so chipper at hours as early as this. Small the establishment was but the bakery held an endearing charm, an ode to the old world as sandstone brick and polished wood remained steadfast beneath the ticking arm of time. One couldn’t help but fall in love, unable to pass by without peering in at least once and discovering not only tasteful food, beautiful flowers and handmade items but an comfortable, jovial atmosphere that radiated warmth.

Triss Merigold had arrived at the challenging decision to move from her home in Maribor to the City of Vengerberg that laid in the neighbouring state of Aedirn only two years prior to this tempestuous morning and feverishly moved a few months later in an hopeful attempt at starting over. She had opened this quaint, picturesque store on a whim, blithely abandoning her work as a Public Affairs Consultant and acting out in favour of herself and her newly discovered freedom, finally allowing herself to use her hard-earned savings and knowledge towards something that the woman had always wanted instead of following what those around her thought she should do. Flowers & Flour combined the wonderful scent and beauty of pulchritudinous flowers at the very peak of their bloom with warm, buttery pastries of both savoury and sweet. There was the odds and ends sold in the store, organic items that fed the body and soul and ranged from organic shampoos and soaps to slaves and tender-smelling creams. It had become tastefully popular, a small hole in the wall where customers repeatedly returned and the working man or woman had found immense satisfaction as there was always a warm meal and a hot coffee to be offered when most shops were closed, uninterested in the faithful customers on offer if they dared to open a few hours earlier.

The sun’s rays had not begun to peak through and the weather served only to worsen, rain colliding against the windows of the establishment and earning an curious gaze from the Temerian as her attention was, momentarily, turned from her determined but gentle kneading to the loud crackle of thunder. Stalwart hands were wiped upon that of a stray cloth, an attempt to save the woman’s colourful sundress and equally vibrant sweater from spots of flour as the sound of a bell pulled her from the depths of her mind and signalled the arrival of a new customer. A beguiling smile leaped upon ample lips with natural-born ease as the woman turned merrily, completely and utterly prepared to serve her customer with joy that came to Triss naturally only for orbs of shimmering blue to arrive upon a truly beautiful woman that appeared to be a whirlwind of passionate and sheer determination, dressed only in shades of white and black with skin so delicately pale as if it was pure porcelain itself and lavish, obsidian tresses that blended in effortlessly with the shadows of the night. Suddenly, Triss felt unprepared and lacking the correct outfit, underdressed for an moment unexpected and that should have be paid little attention instead of this utter and complete concentration. There was this agonising desperation to please this woman, to impress her in any way, shape or form possible. This woman was, to be frank, painfully prepossessing, haunting and beguiling all at once tastefully enveloped in a power suit that hugged indulgently at succulent curves in a prideful display and smelling wondrously of such potent, sweet-smelling alpha pheromones that left her inner omega quivering and unable to ignore. Gods. Control of her fingers was non-existent as they grew a mind of their own and begun to mindlessly fix pieces of her display, burying herself and her mind in an attempt to try and play blissful ignorance to this angelic beauty that walked into her midst.

Spherules were wild, chaotic and tresses disheveled by the harsh swipes of the rain and wind, tender timbre resonating with passion as the both the weather and her car were brutally destroyed by a stream of unforgiving words, a sight that truly left the Omega breathless in an instant and utterly struck with wonderment. Triss silently reminded herself of the virtues, of one’s control and that she was far better than that of a typical, stereotypical Omega, far better than her inner workings. This woman was simply another customer and was in no way, shape or form any different to her and should be treated with respect, no ogled upon as if she was some poor, hopeless animal captured in a zoo for the amusement of others.

“Hi there. . .” Gods. How embarrassing it was to hear her own voice crack, threatening to fall into ruins as her senses were blissfully overwhelmed by the nameless Alpha’s pheromones that seemed to call out to her Omega. “Please, take a seat. . . It looks like your morning has been less than forgiving.” However, her beguiling simper had remained in place, if not turned ever so slightly goofy, charming in an bashful sense as an freckled visage danced with joyous, unrelenting energy and as the counter was forgotten in favour of a chair being pulled backwards in a kind display to grant this woman somewhere to sit and rest. “Are you waiting on Triple A or are you needing to call them?” Triss rocked loosely on the back of her heels, fallen curls that failed to be captured by her loose but tasteful bun swaying and bouncing in rhythm with the movement as that natural-born enthusiasm ensured her energy was always plentiful, almost impossible to extinguish, if not simply impossible. This woman’s mumbles earlier had been just enough to paint a small picture of the situation and the reason for her, well, slightly dishevelled and yet beautiful look.