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@oflilaceyes
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foulsorcery:
@oflilaceyes said : “Loving you weakens me. You are my undoing, my destruction.” -yen to julian
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ Do you think I have not thought the same of you? ❜ Volume barely held at a low level, his jaw clenched with the effort it took to pace his words and not simply scream into the vacant hallway tunneling through Aretuza. When Vilgefortz had requested his presence at the academy, of all places, he hadn’t expected Yennefer’s presence. It was all he could do to drag her into the empty corridor, his fingers admittedly too tight on her upper arm.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe moment he’d laid eyes on Yennefer, he couldn’t decided if he wanted to release every bit of anger he felt at her decision to leave him — to leave them — or to kiss her until she realized there could be no him without her.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤInstead, he settled for this — for what they always did when they were in close proximity with one another. A fight that ended up with one of them walking away for months or even years at a time. Or … a fight that ended in a secluded space or a soft bed and apologies in the form of gentle touches and longing kisses.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut his thoughts were far from any future possibilities, and his fingers clenched as he took a step towards her. ❛ Do you think I haven’t accepted that the moment I met you was the moment I relinquished control over everything in my life because it now belonged to you? ❜ Another step forward and the space between them became practically non-existent. His voice dropped to a whisper, eyebrows knitting together. ❛ The only difference is I’m not afraid. ❜
white hot anger flashed through the sorceress when she had been dragged from the room as though she were some commoner. wrenching her arm away from him she then proceeded to close any distance there had been, violet eyes shining with fury as the bore into him. how dare he?
“ do not talk to me of fear julian. do not dare judge me about it, either. i have seen fear. i have experienced it time and time again. you do not scare me. you anger me. i have never been as angry as when i am near you. every little thing you do drives me over the edge. ” it was mostly bullshit. though some of it rang true. the words flowing from yennefers mouth were to stave off her feeling of panic. her feeling that his words were true. she was frightened - deathly so, about her feelings for him. she had never once felt for someone this intensely before.
she was suddenly very aware of how close she was. how he was hovering over her. how the scent of him is swirling around her and clouding her mind. her hands come up to clench the front of his shirt. “ the worst day of my life was the day that you entered it, julian of cidaris. ” and with that, she turned and walked back into the meeting hall, chin held high.
send in “ caught “ for the sender to catch the receiver in their arms, after the receiver collapses in the aftermath of using their powers for an extensive period of time.
alternatively, send in “ falling “ for the sender to be the one collapsing after using their powers for an extensive period of time, and for the receiver to respond to that.
INSPIRING POST HERE!
“𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝘿” 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.
basically i was rewatching a load of shows while i was sick for the last two weeks, and it just dawned on me how beautiful a notion it is to miss someone, or miss something? so before i go headfirst into the emotional motivation behind these prompts, i’ll post them, and hope you’re all having a fantastic week, and that you enjoy these prompts as much as i enjoyed writing them!
“ i miss you. “
“ i’ve missed you. “
“ i’ll miss you. “
“ you’re coming back, right? “
“ when will i see you again? “
“ please don’t go… “
“ i could go with you! “
“ when will you be back? “
“ you know you can’t come with me… “
“ i didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye. “
“ i hate goodbyes… “
“ i’ll always find my way back to you. “
“ hey… no tears, alright? this isn’t goodbye. “
“ don’t leave me. “
“ i’ll see you soon, okay? i promise. “
“ this isn’t goodbye, you know. “
“ this isn’t goodbye. this is… until we meet again. “
“ i have to go now… “
“ were you really about to leave without saying goodbye? “
“ i don’t think i’ve ever missed anyone, or anything, the way that i miss you right now. “
“ hey, where’d you go? i was starting to miss you! “
“ why? do you miss me? “
“ stay with me… “
“ you know that i can’t stay here… “
“ what will i do without you? “
“ look outside your window… you see the sky? good. so do i. because we’re looking at the exact same sky right now, okay? so no matter where we are, or how far apart we are… we’ll always be underneath the same sky. so we’re not that far apart at all. “
“ i’m gonna miss you, you know. “
“ i didn’t expect myself to miss you as much as i do/did. “
“ i wish you were here. or i was there. just… i wish we were back together again. “
“ what’s it like over there? “
“ i couldn’t leave without seeing you again. “
“ if… if this is the last time i’ll ever see you, i need you to know… i have loved, and will never stop loving, you. you hear me? i love you. beyond whatever happens next. i love you. “
“ no matter where you are, where you go, where they take you… i will always find my way back to you. i promise. “
“ stop! stop lying! you left, and you’ve taken a part of me with you, so i want to know! i want… i deserve an answer. i deserve the truth! where are you? and why did you have to go there? “
“ i’ll hold you in my heart, until i can hold you in my arms. “
“ in case you ever foolishly forget; i am never not thinking of you. “
“ my heart never knew loneliness until you went away. i am missing you. “
and a few ACTION PROMPTS !
[ HUG ]: sender, upon reuniting with the receiver after being apart for a lengthy duration of time, rushes over to them and pulls them into a tight, desperate, emotional embrace.
[ KISS ]: sender, having just reunited with the receiver after being apart for a lengthy duration of time, catches them and pulls them in for a passionate, long-awaited kiss that tells all the things they’ve been bottling up in their absence.
[ FOREHEAD ]: before parting ways, sender rests their forehead against the receiver’s, a possible final touch as they go their separate ways.
[ BURY ]: before parting ways, sender pulls the receiver in for what they privately believe to be their final hug, giving them an embrace filled with heartache, desperation, and unspoken apologies.
[ GRAVE ]: after going their separate ways, the receiver learns that the sender has died. upon travelling to their graveside, how do they respond to this tragedy?
[ COLLECT ]: sender arrives at the airport/docks/other location to collect the receiver after being apart for a considerable length of time.
[ INTERVENE ]: sender surprises the departing receiver by intervening before they leave, in the hopes of changing their mind.
[ REUNITE ]: sender and receiver reunite after being apart for a long length of time.
‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
as requested by a truly lovely nonnie who just made me so absurdly happy over the idea of like, having written a series of these?? i don’t know why, it just made me smile like an eejit for weeks, and so i really really hope these are what you were looking for!! if not, i will happily accept the knowledge that they might make someone happy or that someone might find them useful in the future! i hope you’re all safe and sound, go drink some water, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! okay, thank you, i love you all! bon appetit!
[ INVITE ]: sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.
[ HAND ]: sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.
[ TWIRL ]: sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.
[ LOCK ]: while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.
[ PULL ]: sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.
[ POSITION ]: sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )
[ STEP ]: sender steps on the tops of the receiver’s shoes while dancing so as to avoid any mistakes, and let the more experienced receiver lead the way.
[ STEPPED ]: sender beckons for the receiver to step on the tops of the sender’s shoes before they dance, so as to let the more experienced sender lead the way.
[ WAIST ]: sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.
[ CHEEK ]: sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.
[ HAIR ]: while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)
[ DIP ]: sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.
[ BEHIND ]: sender dances with the receiver while standing behind them.
[ DISCUSS ]: sender pulls the receiver up for a dance in order to have a private conversation away from the crowds.
[ ESCAPE ]: sender pulls the receiver up to the dance floor in an effort to dance across the floor and over to the main exit, as part of a spontaneous escape plan.
[ AVOID ]: sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).
[ SAVE ]: sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.
[ OVER ]: sender, while dancing with the receiver, suddenly lifts them up over their head. ( LIKE THIS! )
[ HUM ]: sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.
[ SING ]: sender begins to sing a song for the receiver and themselves to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.
[ SILENCE ]: sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.
[ RADIO ]: sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.
[ TEACH ]: sender offers to teach the receiver how to dance properly.
[ STUMBLE ]: while dancing with the receiver, sender trips over, stumbling into the receiver in the process.
[ TOPPLE ]: while dancing with the receiver, the sender trips over, colliding with the receiver and causing both of them to fall over in the process.
[ GUIDE ]: sender, while in the process of teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions of a dance while alone together.
[ STEADY ]: sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.
[ UP ]: sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.
[ BACK ]: sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.
[ CHEST ]: sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.
[ FIRST ]: sender and receiver share their very first dance together.
[ WEDDING ]: sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.
[ KITCHEN ]: sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.
[ OUTSIDE ]: sender and receiver dance together while outside.
[ UNDERCOVER ]: sender and receiver dance together on a crowded dance floor in order to preserve their undercover identities while on a mission together.
foulsorcery:
@oflilaceyes said : Everything you touch, you destroy - to verric
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA bark of laughter echoes in the worn, stark confines of the tavern room — private and paid for, before the sun completely sunk into the horizon and they were left to the merciless night. He lets a bitter smile curl against his mouth, knees bending to better peer into the hard, violet eyes of his captive, arms resting on his thighs. ❛ I suppose we’re quite similar in that way. ❜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe’d bound her hands first — she was much more manageable that way, and less likely to murder him — and settled her neatly on the edge of the only bed in the room; a tattered thing that was too small for him. The innkeeper hadn’t asked too many questions either, though he suspected that had more to do with the color of his eyes and the twin swords strapped across his back.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤStretching his hand towards her, Verric slipped a finger underneath her chin, gently tilting it up every so slightly. ❛ Isn’t that right, sorceress? ❜
he had honestly had her at a loss. she’d had no idea how he’d found her, or how she had been so easily overpowered. but, he had managed it. and there she was. bound at the wrists and ankles like a common damsel. something that she was so, very, very far from being. her eyes were filled with hate, directed solely at her captor. gods did she ever want to spit at him.
expression turned into a scowl when he reached out to touch her, and she attempted to yank her chin from his hand. unable to stop herself, she turned her head to bite at his hand. “ touch me again, witcher and you will find out exactly how much i can destroy. ” the words were sharp as they were spoke, her frame quivering with rage as she watched him. “ tell me, is it true, that all witchers care about is coin? i’m almost positive i can outbid whoever has put a price on me. ”
@foulsorcery; neriss - [ SAVE ]: sender uses their powers to save the receiver’s life from immediate and otherwise inevitable danger.
they were at the top of the keep, arrows flying through the air as the nilfgaardian soilders advanced. yennefer hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings properly and as she turned to face the onslaught. lilac eyes widened when she noticed that she was in the direct path of about a dozen arrows. there was nothing she could do in time. ducking down and covering her head with her arms, she waited for the arrows to pierce her. when they didn’t, however - she glanced up, eyes widening in shock.
all the arrows that had been about to hit her, were now hovering mid air, inches away from her. taking the opportunity, she rolled out of their path and stood once more, whirling around to see who her saviour had been. eyes focusing on neriss, she bolted toward her younger sibling and grabbed her bout the waist, hauling the girl off behind a thick tree trunk. throwing out a hand, yennefer opened a portal and looked into her sisters eyes. “ thanks for that. now go. ”
foulsorcery:
@oflilaceyes said : Would you honor me with a dance? - to julian
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ And upset the established order, as we know it? ❜ Sly grin growing on his lips, he offers his hand, gently pulling her into a twirl when she relinquishes her own, sweeping them onto the dance floor with ease. Elation bubbles in his chest, spreads to every corner of his body and the scent of her fills every breath he takes. ❛ Do you think Tissaia and Stregabor have noticed? ❜ It was a question that needed no answer, for one look around the room and Julian was met by the disapproving glare of his mentor’s. Childishly, he reveled in it. For so long he’d been afraid to step out of line, to do what he desired, to love who he wanted to love. Whatever the Brotherhood thought, he didn’t care.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCurling an intimate hold around Yennefer’s waist, he pulled closer, mouth hovering just above her ear, nose pressed into her soft hair. ❛ I find I’m caring less and less about the opinions of our betters. ❜
a soft, contented hum passed her lips as she was pulled out onto the floor, a hand falling to rest against his shoulder. with mere inches separating the two, yennefer could feel an almost magnetic force pulling them closer together. as if they were meant to be one. no matter what anyone had to say about it - no matter what her mentors or fellow mages thought, she was growing to love the man before her. and she wouldn’t let her heart down. not again.
head tilted slightly as his lips hover over her head, a soft sigh sounds from her, the smile on her lips turning mischievous. “ betters. what a joke. you and i both know that we are the most powerful here, julian. why do you think they’ve tried to keep us apart? ” turning her head, she pressed her lips gently against the corner of his mouth, the hand on his shoulder sliding up his neck to play in the back of his hair. “ shall we show them? ”
@veyled; [ BACK ]: sender rests a gentle hand against the receiver’s back, silently checking in on them.
her body stiffens when she feels his hand agaisnt her back, her eyes closing briefly before turning to look at him. eyes locking, hers plead for him to take her away. she is done with the conversation she is stuck in and has no way of getting herself out of it. hands come up to rest upon opposite arms as she relaxes against him, her jaw tight.
julian, please. get me away from these people.
@foulsorcery " i'm just gonna say this; i find that arousing, and let's move on. " (from verric)
the mocking smirk on yennefers lips merely widened at verrics words and she glanced down at him, perking a brow. they had been sparring - as they often did, and she had managed to get him onto his back. using a little bit of magic, his wrists were bound with smoking manacles and pinned above his head. “ remind me to tell your brothers that you like to be bound and mounted. i’m sure they’ll get a kick out of it. ”
@foulsorcery; [ BROKEN ]: after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?
numb. it wasn’t a new feeling for yen. she had been numbed to pain quite often in her life. but this? this was different. it was all consuming. and it was wrong. he couldn’t be gone. she refused to believe it. he had promised her.
in the first few hours after learning of julians death, yennefer merely sat at the window, staring out into the darkening sky. she was unable to wrap her head around it. she didn’t want to wrap her head around it. he wouldn’t have died on her. he wouldn’t have.
it wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that she started to become angry. her chambers were in a disarray of broken glass and torn books and scorched furniture. and in the middle of it, was yennefer, collapsed into a heap and crying until she couldn’t breathe. it was like a part of her had been ripped harshly from her. it was as though a hole had been left within her that would never be able to be filled. and it was killing her. so much to the point where she wished she were actually dead - if not just to see him again.
@foulsorcery; julian - [ RAGE ]: overcome with sheer anger, sender unleashes their power on a massive, uncontrollable scale in front of the receiver.
yennefer was frightened. something she was by no means used to. normally - she was the most powerful person in the room. but clearly, that was no longer the case. eyes wide as she watched the energy swirl around julian, feeling her own power flowing out of her as if he were absorbing it. putting a hand to her chest, she gasped and reached out to grasp at the nearest object to keep herself upright. it didn’t however do any good, and she found herself on the knees in the dirt.
head lifted slightly to peer at her lover, the light fading from her lilac eyes as her power was drained. opening her mouth, she let out a small whimper before dropping onto her hands, her eyes slipping closed. “ j-julian. julian p-please...” the words were barely audible as the roar of power swirled around them. yennefers vision began to tunnel as she tried to get a grip on what was happening. her ears were beginning to ring. is this what dying felt like?
@foulsorcery [ JOIN ]: sender follows the emotionally unsettled receiver out of a crowded party and into a secluded space to check on their well-being. (from geralt)
she always found the parties at artuzea rather tiresome - and it was even worse when she kept getting the looks and hearing the whispers. she hated the judgement that surrounded this place. it reminded her of when she attended. it was just as insufferable then.
as the night continued to drag, she found herself rather glad that she had attended with geralt. sticking close to the witcher, people tended to leave her alone when they were together. but at that moment, she just felt so stifled. jaw clenched, she picked up her skirts and cast a glance at him before she slipped out of the large, room and up the stairs, toward one of the balconies that overlooked the sea. stepping out onto the carved stone, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the salty air to brush against and raise goosebumps on her skin.
hearing him come out behind her, her eyes remained closed as she felt an arm wrap around her waist. leaning back into him, she exhaled through her nose. head leaning back to rest against his shoulder, her head turned so her nose brushed against his throat. “ i apologize for the tragically boring affair. it would be just about as fun to pluck our eyes out and throw them to hungry crows. i assumed it would not be a good thing for me to miss it, however. stregobor is already trying to convince tissia to bind my powers. i’d rather he not have any other ammunition. ”
@foulsorcery “ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “ (from neriss)
yennefer had to keep her eyes from rolling at her sisters words, her jaw tensing as she tried to squash down the retort she wanted to throw back at the younger girl. hand pressed against the stab wound in her side, yen shot neriss a look of annoyance before opening her mouth to speak.
“ neriss, my darling - do shut up. you will leave me behind and you will survive. whether you like it or not. ”
for the entire few seconds of her speaking, yen had opened a portal behind her sister. leaning forward to press their foreheads together for a moment, yen took a deep inhale through her nose before stepping back and sending a rush of wind forward, sending neriss and party back into the portal.
@foulsorcery 😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse (from ciri)
an elegant brow arched at the gesture, a smirk on her lips as she leaned back against the chair behind her. with a gently wave of her hand and a few simple words spoken in elvish, the young girls tongue glowed silver as it was enchanted. its owner - would find herself unable to pop it back into her mouth.
“ now, i suggest you run along and do the studying i asked of you - unless you wish for it to dry out. ”
@foulsorcery [ TEARS ]: having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite. (from ciri)
the battle had certainly been one for the ages. the acrid smell of burning flesh and hair swirled around yennefer as her feet thundered against the hard earth of the plateau. she didn’t dare look over the edge. she didn’t dare look at the carnage below. both nilfgaardian soilders and their opponents littered the ground around her for miles. there wasn’t any telling who was who at that moment. all the bodies were burned beyond recognition. there was one however, she was keeping her eyes specifically peeled for.
lungs burned against the smoke and the effort yennefer was putting forth, but she continued to run, skirting around bodies and blocking out screams of pain and screams searching for aid. she couldn’t pause her search. not yet.
coming to a small incline, yen paused only for a moment before she worked her way up and over, a sudden flash of black and blonde catching her attention to her two o’clock position. ciri. spurring herself to run faster, she raced toward the child, her name passing yennefers lips in both a relieved and fearful tone. she didn’t halt until she had gathered the girl into her arms, holding her tightly to herself.
a sob broke passed her lips, the floodgate of emotion finally spilling itself over. tears freely flowed from the sorceresses eyes as her hands ran over ciris hair, face, shoulders, arms. all the while, yens lips pressed to cirillas crown.
after taking a few moments to bask in the fact that ciri was safe, she took the girls face between her hands and stared into her emerald eyes. “ we need to get out of here. now. ”
@foulsorcery ❝I would have gone with you.❞ (from geralt)
dismounting from the stolen horse, yen took the reins in hand and walked over to the empty post to tie them off, not daring to spare a glance at him. she knew that upon her return he would have been either angry or worried - and she honestly couldn’t tell which reaction she was getting quite yet.
after a beat, she slowly turned and cleared her throat, eyes slowly climbling up his body to lock with his. she felt as a child who was being scolded. this reaction wasn’t ok with her. “ hence the reason i didn’t tell you i was going, geralt. i didn’t need you to go with me. i’m fairly certain i can take care of myself. i’ve been doing it my whole life. ”