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Semi-Selective Multimuse RP Sideblog [Witcher-Fandom-Related]
RULES - MUSES
♥ Crossover friendly ♥ AU friendly ♥ Shipping ♥ NSFW content ♥ OC friendly (Of course)
Muses include: Yennefer of Vengerberg, Dettlaff van der Eretein, Milva (Maria Barring), Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Orianna, Anna Henrietta
~ Sorry for being away for so long. Life has kept me busy. I want to me more active tho. I also want to announce that I will drop ALL my threads here. People affected will be notified. Doesn't mean I won't rp with you anymore! I just want a fresh start since I was away for a while.
Semi-Selective Multimuse RP Sideblog [Witcher-Fandom-Related]
RULES - MUSES
♥ Crossover friendly ♥ AU friendly ♥ Shipping ♥ NSFW content ♥ OC friendly (Of course)
Muses include: Yennefer of Vengerberg, Dettlaff van der Eretein, Milva (Maria Barring), Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Orianna, Anna Henrietta
~ I just want to announce that I am slowly coming out of hiatus! c: I will start to go through all my drafts one by one and if you want to drop some, feel free to let me know. Maybe I will drop some of mine on my sideblog to start some fresh ones to get back into the groove of writing.
~ I just want to announce that there will be very limited activity on both my blogs. I don't know how long this will last. There are several big changes in my personal life that I have to deal with. I'm really stressed out and I just don't have to time and energy to focus much on anything.
~ Little update: I'm in the middle of moving. It's been very stressful lately since my current landlord is making things difficult. I'll probably be more active again in October if things go smoothly.
~ I just want to announce that there will be very limited activity on both my blogs. I don't know how long this will last. There are several big changes in my personal life that I have to deal with. I'm really stressed out and I just don't have to time and energy to focus much on anything.
~ Just letting people know I'm not abandoing this blog. I just don't have the muse for it atm.
~ Just letting people know I'm on hiatus until I feel more like writing again. My mental health has reached an all-time low and I need time.
~ I'm going to be fairly busy this week, so don't expext much activity here.
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It was hard for the duchess to hide her nervousness. Today her sister would move back into the palace after spending a long time in a cell. She had hated the fact that Syanna was locked up like that, but she knew she had to be punished for her crimes. If it was any other person, they would have been sentenced to death on the spot, but not her beloved sister. She was well aware of the fact her personal feelings clashed with her duty as the ruler in this case. What was she to do though? There was no way she could treat her like a common criminal.
Was she shocked by what she had done? Yes. It took her a long time to accept the fact that her own sister had planned to murder her, for she was bitter and filled with anger and sorrow. Despite it all, she didn't want to give her up. They used to be so close and there was hope. On the surface it seemed she had forgiven. She wanted to believe they could repair what was once destroyed.
Anna Henrietta had tried her best to keep Syanna safe and even though she was in the dungeon, she was well taken care of. She made sure of that and she had made an effort to visit her as often as her duties would allow it. The past few days had been especially busy though. A tourney was on the way and preparations had to be made of course. A meeting was long overdue between the siblings though.
The duchess paced around the room impatiently. It was Syanna's room. At least it was the one she had prepared for her to live in. A lot of things were going through her mind. How would she adjust to this new life? Did she still feel resentment? Henrietta immediately perked up when she heard footsteps approach. The guards were leading her here. "Syanna, my dear sister!" she uttered as they entered. The guards didn't even get to introduce her.
Syanna had served her sentence, accepting her fate in the cells. It was not the most ideal place to be, or comfortable, but she would go through with it looking forward to the chance to make up with her little sister. Even if things were rough right now, there was at least a sense of hope now. It helped to heal the wounds of her past, slowly but surely.
After many visits with her sister, she was informed that today would be the day -- she would be moving back into the castle. Syanna wasn't how to deal with that. The castle might give her painful reminders, along with whoever was serving under her sister. There was also no doubt others might still whisper about her under their breath anytime she walked by.
But yet, she wanted to give it a try. It was all she could do at this point. She wanted to make amends. Being locked up in a cell with nothing but her thoughts gave her much time to think things over.
When the guards came to collect her, she quietly followed them, being led to what would be her new room. "Hello my darling little sis." The noblewoman glanced around the room, taking in the view. "I see you've changed things. Or at least it looks like you have." It was nothing like she remembered it being. Then again, it probably didn't help that she didn't want to remember anything of her past.
She noted the collection of books in the room, especially the Land of a Thousand Fables book. And a bottle of Sangreal wine, exclusive only to those of the ducal table and royal family in Toussaint. It was clear Anarietta had put effort into trying to make her feel welcomed and at home. "Hmm...what a welcomed surprise. Thank you. Shall we have a bottle together right now?" She asked, gesturing towards goblets for the wine.
The duchess had to restrain herself. She almost leaped forward to embrace her sister. Yet she held back. Her guards were still present after all. Despite it all, she still had to stay professional. Syanna looked way more comfortable now than she did in her cell, which was a great relief. It was also nice that she seemed to appreaciate the effort put into her new room.
"I thought I should give your old room an update." she smiled, looking around. Surely Syanna wouldn't like to sleep in a childs bed. She had tried her best to have the room changed so it would be more appealing for a grown woman to sleep in. Yet she still kept remnants of their shared childhood in there. Some of the books for example. Of course Syanna was free to change things to make it her own. It was her home now.
Henrietta shooed her guards away, assuring that they'd call for them if needed. The guards didn't seem too pleased with this at first, but did as they were told. Despite having served her sentence, it would take a while till people started to trust Syanna. It was not like anything else could be expected though.
"Let's have a seat and drink to your freedom." smiled the duchess, sitting down at the table. It felt a little strange sitting in this room. After her sister had left, the duchess had mostly avoided this part of the palace. It felt wrong to be there without her.
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~ Had a rough day and I'm not rlly in the mood to write today. Maybe tomorrow.
@muses-from-the-continent gets an unprompted thing because it's mother's day and Ciri wants to show her sorceress mama appreciation! --- (for Yennefer of course!)
"Happy Mother's day!!!" Ciri exclaims happily, handing her a bouquet of flowers, specifically purple lilacs, knowing they were her favorite. The witcheress then proceeds to take her into a hug.
The sorceress was caught off guard by the gift. Mother's day must have completely slipped her mind. Yennefer smiled, looking at the bouquet in front of her. "Those are beautiful." she said before embracing her daughter. "Just like you. Thank you, Ciri."
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~ There was always something that bothered me in B&W. It's a small detail, but I can't help thinking about it. Regis mentioned he can't talk as a puff of smoke before you go see the elder, but Dettlaff was able to do so at the end, talking to Syanna. Is it just that some higher vampires can and some can't? I don't remember the books being specific about this ability. I know the game isn't always very consistent with the vampire lore.
There was a moment Dettlaff considered just revoking his offer, but he decided against it. He had offered his help and he'd follow through with it. "Like I mentioned earlier, there had been a fire in the area a few days ago." he answered. "I don't recall seeing a knight or anyone else that might stand out. I rarely walk among humans though."
Despite isolating himself, especially after the events in Toussaint, he still had to walk among humans at times. It would be impossible for him to entirely avoid human contact. He had tried enough times. Sooner or later he came across someone or had to engage with them. This was a world of humans after all, not vampires. Sometimes he dreamt about what it would be like to live among his own, to live where his kind came from. It would remain a dream though. He had to come to terms with the fact he had to share a world with beings he didn't really understand. The vampire had always wondered how Regis managed to adapt so well. Surely hiding his true nature wasn't always possible, but he always seemed to get back on his feet, managed to get along with humans just fine for the most part. It was admirable to Dettlaff, especially knowing he'd probably never be able to adapt as much as his friend could. It would never work. At least not in the long term.
"I remember where the fire was. I can lead you there." suggested the vampire. "There might be some clues. I never bothered to ask people about it, but if you ask around, you might find out what happened."
Investigating this fire would be a start. "Thank you Dettlaff. I appreciate it. Yes, please lead me there." She felt there was more she could thank him for...more she had to say to him. But she wanted to take it easy and slow with him, feeling nothing could ever shake the guilt she held inside her still.
However, Syanna knew she had to stay focused, trying to help rescue one of the girls supposedly born under a black sun. That was her goal now --- to help others like her. If she could save a life and in turn many more, then it was worth it. Of course the noblewoman began to wonder how this fire got started, already having some assumptions coming to mind.
"I have my assumptions. No doubt this fire involves the girl I'm looking for but --- I wonder if she started it deliberately or if someone else started it, maybe trying to scare her off or get rid of her? I need more details, but no doubt others are hunting her. Whenever someone thinks you are different from them and a danger, it's what they do best." She stated with disgust, not liking how it always came down to that.
Which was why it best to get to her in time. To help prevent another tragedy from happening.
"Come." Dettlaff said as he approached the exit. "We should not waste time." She did make a few good points, but it was better to see first-hand the scene of the fire. His senses might allow him to spot something otherwise missed by regular humans. The faster they found out what had happened, the faster he could get this over with.
Her words about people hunting what they don't know or perceive as a danger were true. He had experienced it first-hand. Many times. The fact that humans could not accept him despite his differences was something he had to learn very early on. They could not trust what they didn't understand. The feeling was mutual. Dettlaff didn't understand humans. Part of him didn't even want to put in the effort anymore. It seemed like a pointless exercise. Regis came to mind again. How he managed to put up with all of this was beyond him.
The explosion wasn’t that loud — more of an enthusiastic pop, really, but it was loud enough to rattle every window in Kaer Morhen. Triss, coughing through a cloud of purple smoke, waved a hand and tried not to choke on the smell of singed thyme and what she sincerely hoped wasn’t the hem of her own cloak. She glanced down at the worktable. Where there had once been a neat little row of labeled phials, there now stood something fizzing, something leaking, and something quietly oozing toward the edge. ❝ Alright, ❞ she muttered, pushing a wild lock of hair from her face. ❝ Technically... not a complete failure. ❞ That was a lie, of course. The spell was supposed to separate dormant alchemical ingredients safely, not rearrange them into something resembling sentient jam. But experimentation was half the art of sorcery, wasn't it? That, and not letting Yennefer find out you'd turned her best mortar and pestle into an ambulatory mess. She lunged for the oozing blob with a containment charm, missing by about two heartbeats.
Somewhere deep in the keep, she heard a door slam. Heavy footsteps. Uh-oh. Triss snatched a fallen ladle from the floor and attempted to corral the wayward slime back into the bowl, with about as much success as herding cats. In theory, it would burn itself out soon, in theory. In practice, it was now leaving a suspicious trail of glittering residue across the ancient stones, and Eskel was going to have questions if he stepped in it.
A frantic idea struck her: maybe if she froze it? No, no, that could shatter the floor. Dispel it? That might blow another hole in the roof. Triss bit her lip, mind racing. Her last hope: contain it with raw willpower and a very convincing lecture. Gods, she'd never live this down if Yennefer walked in now. She could already imagine that raised eyebrow, that curl of Yen’s mouth. She already knew what words were brooding in Yennefers head: "Another brilliant success from the Merigold School of Experimental Disaster, I see." Or at least something like that. Straightening, Triss lifted her chin, pointed the ladle like a wand, and in her most commanding tone declared: ❝ Stop. ❞ The blob burbled once, unimpressed — and kept oozing.
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When the raven-haired sorceress had entered the room, the smell of the reaction immediately hit her nose. It smelled a bit burned, but also somewhat..sweet? Yennefer had to suppress a frown. Seeing Triss standing there, ladle in hand, she almost sighed. Seemed like her fellow sorceress had been experimenting.
She took a step further into the room, her hands on her hips. It almost looked like a mother who had caught her child doing something in their room they are not supposed to do. Yennefer didn't quite see what Triss had been doing since she stood right in front of the desk, but it was clear from her expression that whatever the sorceress was trying to accomplish didn't work. "Triss.." Yennefer started, tilting her head, as if trying to see what was going on behind Triss. "What are you up to over there? I heard..a noise." she spoke, raising a brow.
Her tone was almost a little teasing, yet there was still sternness in her voice. It was obvious that Triss had messed something up and that it included Yennfer's lab equipment. It was not like Yennefer wouldn't have let her use it. She just would prefer to get things back without them being blown to pieces. Usually she would have been mad about it, but it seemed like Triss had caught her on a good day.
