Z I R E A L .

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[destinedchild]

          she is quick to anger ,  frustration has found a home in her bones and though  practice  makes  perfect ,  every failure seems like  THE  END  OF  THE  WORLD.  a funny expression ,  because this time it could be  true.   a groan falls from her lips as another spell backfires ,  sending some kaer morhen storage to the floor in pieces.   ‘   there isn’t any point !   i can’t control this ,  and no one can teach me how because no one else knows what this  is.   ’   there was avallac’h ,  who’d studied her power his whole life  ( which was considerably longer than hers ) ,  but he seemed more interested in  using  her than helping her.       /        @ofsorceress (x)

[destinedchild]

            a monster hunter ,  through and through ,  she knows which sorts of monsters must be  killed  before their claws rip out your throat and which sorts are not  inherently  evil ,  but capable of moral integrity.  that didn’t mean ,  of course ,  that they always  exhibited  it.  she does not reach for her sword on sight ,  but her weight shifts to her left leg  :  a witcher’s stance ,  ready to attack if provoked.   ‘   i’m not looking for a fight.  i don’t have any reason to hurt you.   ’        /       @incubabe (x)

[destinedchild]

"Hello my ugly duck ♥"

          ‘   yen !   ’   she exclaims ,  face breaking into a smile as she forgets the task at hand and leaves her seat to greet her mother with a  long  overdue hug.   ‘   have you seen the sword geralt’s given me?   ’   she asks ,  removing it from the sheath on her back ,  without waiting for an answer.

[destinedchild]

            ‘   is that  OLD AGE  making you slow ,  eskel ?   ’   she laughs ,  though it’s not really fair :  she is a child of the elder blood ,  learned to control her powers ,  with the help of sorceresses and avallac’h.  still ,  she can’t help herself from falling into the familiar taunting banter witchers spit at each other as they spar ;  how long has it been ,  since they’ve done this ?  with a blink ,  she is behind him this time.   ‘   or perhaps i was  disillusioned  to your skills as a child.   ’     /     @siimplewolf  (x)

[destinedchild]

OKWAHOSPIRIT.

     water  drenched ,    droplets  pour  off  of  him :     somewhere  in  his  mind  rests  an  inquiry ,    it BURNS and  itches  /   scratches  at  his  palms  (   but  you  decide  not  to  overwhelm  her  ).   rising  to  his  feet ,    water  shrugged  off ,    softly :    ❛     connor.     ❜     inhale   /   exhale.     ❛     we’re  in  boston.   how  did  you  get  in  the  water?     ❜

        she observes him with  scrutiny ,  trying to decide if her people-reading skills were also damaged by the fall.  he could have let her drown ,  he could have spat on her when she asked his name ,  but he did none of those and she lets nothing go unnoticed.   ‘   i’m sorry.   everyone seems an  ENEMY  to me of late ,  forgive me for making that assumption about you ,  connor.   ’   his name sounds weird on her tongue ,  but surely not half so weird as this  boston  would.   her head is swimming still ,  from the confusion ,  a gloved hand rests on her forehead as though it will make the whole experience go away.   ‘   i must have miscalculated my portal ,  it’s more difficult travelling to another dimension.   ’   she admits ,  though more to herself than her new guest.

[destinedchild]

   starter call ! 

[destinedchild]

                                                                       AEN  ITHLINNESPEATH

        verily , i say unto you ,  the era of the  SWORD  and  AXE  is  nigh ,  the era of the  wolf's  blizzard .         the time of the  WHITE  CHILL  and the  WHITE  LIGHT  is nigh ,  the time of  madness  and the time            of  contempt :   TEDD  DEIREÁDH ,  the time of end .  the world will die amidst  FROST  and            be reborn with  THE NEW SUN . it will be reborn of  elder  blood ,  of  hen  ichaer ,  of the seed                                that has been sown .  a seed which will not sprout but burst into flame .

[destinedchild]

OKWAHOSPIRIT.

      vagabond   /   vanguard  boy ,    you  are  like  atlas :     concern  and  curiosity ,    no  hesitation  lies  in  the  ichor  that  runs  through  his  veins.   sinew  arm  'round  a  delicate  waist :   he  pulls  her  out  of  the  water ,   content  to  hear  she’s  made  a  noise.     ❛     ––––––––––––––  are  you  alright?    ❜

        crushing ,  consuming ;  her lungs fill with water ,  muscles straining against the weight.  salt  overwhelms her senses ,  dizzying her as arms are wrapped around her torso ,  taking her back to a battlefield ablaze ,  a knight meant to steal her.  she does not go willingly ,  wrenching away from her savior  (  or foe  )  the moment her feet find solid ground.   ‘   who  are you ?   ’   she demands ,  ignoring his question.   ‘   where am i ?   ’

[yocalio]

[lairiel]

a witcher’s sword…swallow.