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@rhymingpredictions
“All decent predictions rhyme.”
indie selective witcher rp multimuse @rhymingpredictions written by LadyGrey
Apologies to those who I owe replies to -- I’ve not forgotten you, but I have fallen down the black hole that is the Stardew Valley fandom and need a few more days to get back into Witcher mode UwU
friends with benefits (sfw) starters
“ i can help you with that, you know. “
“ are we really doing this? “
“ you're okay with us doing this, right? because if you're not — “
“ please, whatever you do... don't fall in love with me. “
“ wasn't really under the impression you thought of me that way. “
“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “
“ friends with benefits? isn't that like, for friends? “
“ don't think friendship is a requirement. “
“ i'm allowed to go on dates, right? “ “ uh... i don't know. do you want to? “
“ do you need any help? with... you know. “
“ don't call me. unless we're talking about... things. “
“ i can't believe we're actually doing this... “
“ why don't you stay for breakfast tomorrow? “ “ define breakfast. “
“ i know we agreed on keeping things casual, but... “
“ wanna stay for breakfast? “
“ you don't think it'll be weird? “ “ nah, it's just two friends... doing business. “
“ if you start catching feels, run. “
“ if my mom comes in, tell her you're my boyfriend/girlfriend. “
“ this is nothing but a consensual arrangement between two friends. “
“ we're keeping this to ourselves, right? “
“ i want you all to myself. “ “ yeah, well, i'm going on a date. “
“ i always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. “
“ course' the thought crossed my mind. you really think i'd be here if i hadn't? “
“ hey, you're single now. can't let that opportunity pass me by. “
“ if you catch feelings, i will kill you. “
“ it's just... ever since me and [my partner] broke up... i haven't really had much look with the whole... dating thing. “
“ you're just a rebound. nothing more, nothing less. “
“ it's only awkward if you make it awkward. so don't make it awkward. “
“ we need to set some ground rules. “
“ am i allowed to stay the night? “ “ yes/no. “
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Ves, admiring a sleeping Roche: You’re so cute. Roche, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Ves, lovingly: I know.
Roche: What's this? Ves, hugging Roche: Affection! Roche: Disgusting. Roche: ...Do it again.
Ves: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Roche, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?
Ves: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Roche: What the hell!? Ves: Oh, sorry, my bad. Ves, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Roche, whispering: Of course. What do you need?
Teacher: Your child was in a fight. Ves: Oh no, that’s terrible! Roche: Did they win?
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Ellafain: I have a problem. Roche: Kill it. Ellafain: Can you chill for like, two seconds?
Roche: You're violent. Ellafain: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.
Roche: I’m a reverse necromancer. Ellafain: Isn’t that just killing people? Roche: Ah, technically.
Ellafain: Hello Roche, made anyone cry today? Roche: Sadly, no. But it’s only 4:30.
Ellafain: You saved me! Why? Roche: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.
✏️ ves/roche
Vernon: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Vernon: *turns around and helps Ves through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Ves. Ves: Okay.
Training a new blue stripe XD
Ves: Vernon likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.
Sage words.
Vernon: Do you need help getting up? Ves: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.
Ves being a hard second in command lol
Ves, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want? Vernon: Blue flavor! Ves: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry? Vernon: Blue flavor! Blue flavor! Ves: Blue is not a flavor! Vernon: BLUE FLAVOR!
Blue stripes....
wanderingwolfwitcher:
“Ah, right. Good point. Best we grab a table, until then…”
Eskel’s deep, calmly amused voice returned to her, looking between the blonde and following her eye roll in the direction towards the displeased Roche, assessing the situation and understanding. Easing up. It was just as well, no sense hurrying anything, the night was bound to be a long one anyways. He liked to take his time with certain things of this nature anyways. Make the most of things. And she had traveled a long way up to Kaedwen to render much needed aid to Kaer Morhen, against the Wild Hunt itself… it said much of her character and courage. He would guide her, Roche and her party up the Blue Mountains to the keep, when they were good and ready to depart the village. Likely in the morning or next afternoon. Vesemir had advised him to meet them down here, lest they get lost trying to find the Valley.
The Witcher let go of her with a knowing wink, but remained close to the blue uniformed lady, looking over to the bartender. Ordering another flagon of ale for them, he picked it up and gestured with his mug of Mahakaman Spirit and White Gull for her to follow him to a table near the inn’s fireplace, a bit away from her superior officer and through the crowd, so they might have a bit of privacy until they could have more of it. When they reached that area of the inn, the Witcher took the seat next to her when they got to the table, and he took a deep drink of his mug, savoring it… though finding himself paying more attention to the intriguing, unexpected young woman than to it. Low tone speaking up again, washing over her, with a wry, pleased smile touching his marred visage, yellow eyes continuing to study the beauty at his side. Chuckling under his breath slightly.
“Your forwardness and that kind of interest are refreshing and welcome, Ves. Especially walking around with this face. Don’t get too much of it, apart from certain ladies with unique tastes. Some are more bold than others about showing it. Reckon you have a type, then?”
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@wanderingwolfwitcher
It wasn’t that Roche disapproved, per se, of such amusements when off the job, but Ves always got the impression that he preferred not to be aware of them. She’d certainly brought men back to her tent over the years, but always under the cover of darkness, and they were gone before morning came.
The other lads had given her a good ribbing after the whole episode with Geralt, but Roche had put a swift end to that. She hadn’t been sure at the time if Roche’s distaste had been with Geralt in particular, or just with witchers. The glare she was feeling from across the room was providing a clearer answer.
Roche was still pissed at her for her actions in Mulbrydale, and even moreso because she refused to say her actions had been a mistake. They hadn’t been. Those Nilfagaardian bastards had deserved it. And Roche still hadn’t given her fucking sword back. So if a night spent enjoying the company of the Witcher sitting across from her would further antagonize Roche, that was just an added perk.
She enjoyed how Eskel gave his full attention to her, and looked at her like she was a desirable woman. She spent far too much time with male comrades who had come to see her as ‘just one of the guys’. Not that she minded, but this was a nice change.
She found him attractive as well -- the scars didn’t bother her. She had scars of her own, perhaps not as obvious as his, but they were just a part of what they did for a living, not a flaw or blemish. Besides, she liked listening to him -- his deep, growly voice was calming somehow, and she didn’t think it was because he was using any sort of magic on her.
“A type?” she repeated, his question unexpected enough to pull her out of her reverie. “I’ve never really thought about it.”
She had to think about it for a moment, considering the various men she had taken to her bed over the years. Did they share any particular characteristics? Maybe.
“Knows when to shut up, can hold their own in a fight, and is gone before I wake up in the morning.”
kissing starters
“ kiss me. ”
“ can't we just... make out, or something? “
“ i really want to kiss you right now. “
“ just one more... “
“ it was more of a peck... “
“ kiss me and you'll find out. “
“ i’m here for business, not pleasure. “
“ so you don’t want me to kiss you? “
“ i could kiss you for hours. “
“ how about a good night kiss? “
“ you may now kiss the bride. “
“ permission to lean in? “ “ permission granted. “
“ we should practice for our wedding day. “
“ you, me, bed, now. “
“ i want [our first kiss] to be special. “
“ i fell asleep before i could kiss you. “
“ we didn't kiss each other good morning. “
“ i’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while. “
“ kiss me, i’m miserable. “
“ who was your first kiss? “
“ did you do the laundry? “ “ yes, now where’s my kiss? “
“ if you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask. “
“ you’re a great kisser. “
“ with your mouth on mine, there's less bullshit coming out of it. “
“ teach me how to do it. “
“ can i get another one? “
“ every time you kiss me, i swear i'm falling even more in love with you. “
“ i haven’t mastered the art of kissing yet. “
“ wanna practice? “
“ you’re a great kisser. “
“ kiss the pain away. “
“ with your lips on mine... “
“ is there such a thing as love at first kiss? “
“ if i were to kiss someone, it would be you. “
“ you’re irresistible. ”
“ you said i had nice lips. who says that? “
“ kiss me again, but don’t stop this time. “
“ i love it when you kiss me. “
“ your kisses mean the world to me. “
“ i want you to kiss me. for real, this time. “
“ one last kiss is worth being late to work for. “
“ if you kiss me, we’re not getting out of bed today… “
“ you kissed me last night. “ “ and you didn’t stop me. “
“ no more kisses! i need to get ready for work. “
“ i really want to kiss you. “
“ it’s cute, this thing you’re doing. “ “ being all nervous? “
“ you’ve never kissed anyone before? “
“ you’re going to have to guide me through this. “
“ do i just… close my eyes and lean in? “
“ i want our first kiss to be special. “
“ [our first kiss] it's going to be magical. “
“ i kissed you. “ “ i know, i… was there. “
“ you just can’t help yourself, can you? “
“ i’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. “
“ it’s just an innocent kiss. “
“ we’re friends, right? friends kiss each other all the time. “
“ people kiss each other all the time. doesn’t mean there’s feelings involved. “
“ i’m sorry for bringing it up. “ “ actually, i would love to kiss you. “
“ you mean, you and me? kissing? “
“ you’ve seriously never thought about [us kissing]? “ “ maybe once or twice. “
“ you mean us, kissing? “ “ can’t say it never crossed my mind... “
“ let’s kiss. just to see what it’s like. “
“ oh, what the hell. let’s do it. “
“ of course i'm a little curious. i've heard great things about you. “
“ all i want to do is kiss you. all day, every day. “
“ i’ve never kissed anyone before. “
“ well, if anybody were to kiss me, i would want that person to be you. “
“ you just can’t get enough of me, can you? “
“ and right now, i think you should kiss me. “
“ i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel something for you. “
“ you kissed me first. “ “ i definitely didn’t. “ “ you were literally all over me. “
“ did you just kiss me? “
“ you’re so full of shit... [if you think the kiss didn't mean something] “
“ did we just kiss? “
“ your kiss already gave you away. “
“ we don't have to do this if you don’t want to. “
“ don’t speak. just kiss me. “
“ come kiss me. “
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fallesto:
——- What the fuck.
What did he have left anyway. He had already fallen so far that he hardly even looked at himself. The coloring he wore, he loathed it. The king he served, he had held respect for him, once, but no more. He could see what he was, what in time he would become.
The men and woman under his command. Heretics. Fanatics. Devoted to the king and his mad ordeals. The pure had started within that city, he thought that was it. Done. For the lodge crimes, who could blame the king for his actions to lash out, but it had spread.
Spreading like a wold fire wherever the king stepped. The purge of magic had spread with him, but it had become lost in the way. Mages were being hunted and executed. Elves were being strung up. Dwarves were being filled full of arrows. Anything at all. That did not look human, were being killed. This was not an attack on magic, this was a genocide, of everything that the king held hatred for.
There was a moment were he thought if Ellafain broke free from her ordeal. And attacked him. He would no doubt embrace death.
“Do you know what is happening in the land?” As he glanced down at hos uniform. The splashed of red, the kings arms on him. As his days were limited, he knew it. The thought lingering within his head now, working with the king had gifted him, opportunities, but he no king. He thought the young man held something. That all kingdoms had landed into his hands and he would unite the north fully, and he was, through blood, through terror, through nothing other than pure force and fear. No love, no respect, nothing.
Maybe Dijkstra was right… Maybe there was another way…
There was nothing to gain. As he was starting to see how lost he had become and how, there was a chance, however small. That Dijkstra was offering. As he glanced down for a moment and moved, throwing the heated sword to the side as he walked around her and leaned forward and used a dagger to cut the rope that tied her free.
“I wanted…” As he cut himself off. He wanted to find him, as he felt, that everything that had fallen around him, had been because of the elf she followed and in a way it was, but in another, it was his own poor choices as well, that had lead to everyone he cared for dying, for the woman he viewed like his own daughter, being killed….and he was nowhere there to help her, protect her, hold her and promise his vows that he would avenge her and there friends.
“Then you are free to go. If you want to take your hatred out, stab me, strike me, burn me, I don’t care.” As his hand went to his chest as he removed the kings symbol, clutching it in his hands before squeezing and casting it into the flames. “Do what you want, but your wasting your life, I am…considering, an offer that was extended to me, an elf or not…and extra pair of hands would be…useful.”
@fallesto (Vernon Roche)
She watched as he cut her bindings, the way his body was relaxed even as he invited her to strike. She thought perhaps he was done with this world, that he might even welcome death. Maybe they were not so different after all. Once that burning hatred ebbs away, what is left? They had lived to kill, and now they had nothing left to live for.
Once she was free, she allowed herself to slump over onto her unbranded side, writheing in pain for a moment before collecting herself, panting in the dirt. There was a time when she would have never even considered giving someone such as Vernon Roche the satisfaction of seeing her suffer, she would have gritted her teeth and let him do whatever he wanted without a peep. A few months away from the Scoia’tael and she’d lost her edge, she supposed. Or perhaps it was that she simply did not care what the hollow-eyed former Blue Stripes captain saw.
He no longer wore his blue stripes, she had noticed. Red, now. Did the ever staunch Temerian loyalist now serve the king of Redania? It would explain why Roche was still hunting elves. Radovid wanted anything different dead -- sorcerers, elves, dwarves -- or anyone who wouldn’t swear fealty to him, in fact. It was a dangerous time.
“I left the city after the purge began, and haven’t heard any news since.”
She watched as he removed the sigil from his uniform -- yes, it was the Redanian crest -- and tossed it into the flames. Obviously this new offer ran contrary to the interests of King Radovid.
“You would so easily turn away from hunting Iorweth?” she asked, surprised at first, but then, had she not herself squandered an opportunity to put an end to the terror that was Vernon Roche?
“What is this offer that allows you to so easily cast aside your loyalties?”
fallesto:
——- This was the nature of the northern lands.
They had been at each others throats. Two species fighting for patches of dirt. Two different worlds clashing together. Two cultures that could not stand side by side and work hand in hand to build something together, no that was not how the world work. That was not how the north worked, that was not how anything worked.
Elves were a plague and humans, were no better.
The elves had ruined themselves. Allowed there kingdoms to fall, there gods to be lost, everything to slip through there fingers and the humans, merely reached forward and grabbed at everything they had lost. That was war. That was how it worked. That was the way.
History didn’t remember those that lost.
The Scoia’tael were just scraps, fighting for nothing. What was the end result? How many had to die for them. How many innocent men, woman…children. Had the Scoia’tael slaughtered in there beds and when returned tenfold, did they cease and lay down there arms and learn? Elves don’t learn from there mistakes.
As he only had to look down at himself.
The proud colors he once wore. The sigil he had placed onto his chest with pride. Gone. Taken from him as the only man who had saw value in a child in the streets, was murdered by a coward. Aided by the Scoia’tael. The greatest king these northern lands ever knew, murdered for no reason and like anything, the chaos spread like fire, until the entire north burned, because of the Scoia’tael and there hatred.
“Everyone has a breaking point. Everyone has a limit, sooner or layer, the truth comes out.” No mercy, ever. No holding back. You did, what you had to do. Always. You broke someone, as hard as you could to get them to speak. Even if you have to go, beyond what was normal, what was acceptable, it needed to be done, as he was tired of these games that were being played.
“What is stopping you.” As he remained still. Tempted to press the blade against the side of her face and forever brand her for what she was. A brutal fighter. A murderer. A thief. A low life. A Scoia’tael. “From killing me the moment I cut you free.” As he pondered the thought. Iorweth was good, better than him even. If he were dead, he would have learned of it. His hatred for him, his lust to hunt him down and kill him.
A life for a life.
A kings life, his mentors, his friends. He could not stop until he had settled the debt. No matter if it had cost him everything. That there was no king, no kingdom, no people left to save, he only existed now, for this one sole purpose.
“Your word is worthless to me, you will kill me the moment I close my eyes to sleep, the moment I walk before you when we travel, the moment my guard is lowered for even a fraction of a second, how can I trust you.”
@fallesto (Vernon Roche)
Ellafain felt calm, rational, even, despite the scorching pain left in the wake of the branding -- but she could not deny the inner voice that was screaming at her- WHY ARE YOU NEGOTIATING WITH VERNON ROCHE
She was going to be marked with his sword for the rest of her fucking life and still she couldn’t summon up any anger toward him. That flame had burned out and apparently it would take more than heated blade to reignite.
It took her a moment to put a finger on what exactly it was she was feeling. Sadness. For Vernon Roche. She was sad for him! Where were his companions? Ves? The lads? Had he lost everything as she had? Was he alone in this world with only his hatred to warm him at night?
It occurred to her in that moment that Vernon and Iorweth were really just different sides of the same coin, that is, if different sides of a coin could want to murder each other.
She listened to his words and silently waited for the blade to come down once more. It never came.
She raised an eyebrow at his questions, and struggled against her bindings to sit up a little taller. The wound on her side denied her and she slumped back down against the tree.
“It will be a miracle of the gods if i can even stand on my own two feet once you cut me free.” She knew it would be at least a day or two before she was ready to move, but after that it would just be a matter of keeping the wounds infection-free. It wouldn’t do to survive an inquisition by Vernon Roche only to die of sepsis a week later.
“You’re not wrong -- there was a time I would have had a knife in your back the second you looked away, but honestly, I can’t bring myself to care enough to even attempt it. I’m done fighting you. I fought your kind for years, and to what end? Nothing ever got better. Not even for a moment.”
“There’s nothing I can do to make you trust me, Vernon. You’ve been following me for weeks and i never bothered to attack you, why would I do it now? Killing you gains me nothing.”
fallesto:
THE RED STRIPES HAD EARNED THERE NAME. They left crimson in there wake. The king only dispatched them when absolutely necessary. When the witch hunters, the eternal fire and all his spies and assassins had failed him. He would summon Vernon Rouche and his band of cut throats. These were not the patriots he was used to working with. The red stripes were expendable in every sense of the word. The king gave him cut throats, murderers, killers - basically the worst of the worst and the commander used them like the trash that they were.
He had sent the red stripes out - the search these small villages across the countryside. The king had promised him freedom. To break there service - no Scoia’tael was going to stand in his way of that. He had suffered so much. His king died. The prince died. The princess was sold into salvery by his hands and now he served a new king. Young, ambitious, lustful for power and above all else - cruel. They said the king never forgets, he never forgives. Lessons that Vernon had passed on to the king during there time working together.
“The Scoia’tael are done. Finished. You lost.” He spat. He did what he had to do. He did the only thing he knew. This was it - his road was before him and he was close, as close as he had ever been and she was the last roadblock for him to overcome. “Why defend them, why protect him? Your kind know no loyalty - you all break and betray one another, it is within your nature.”
He stepped back. This was only the start. He would turn and press the sword back into the flames as he allows it to remain lodged there as he turned back to look at her. He wanted her to see it, see the fire twist the metal, see the flames heat up the blade. To know what was about to happen the longer she remained silent.
“The witches bent him over a barrel and fucked him raw. He is not the person I once knew.” The only respect he would give the elf, a rivalry that has spanned many years. Countless clashes with each other always finding the other at the end of there blade, but never finishing it. “He has become - sloppy. Thinking he can walk away from the crimes he had committed. He will answer for his injustice - and it will be my sword that takes his head.”
He grabbed the sword, pulling it out quickly as again he didn’t hear anything he wanted. This time he knelt down quickly, his hand snatching at her throat as he held tightly, squeezing the air out of her as he pressed the heated blade against her left side, right against her ribs as he could hear the sizzle, smell the burning flesh and boiling blood.
“You better pull something out of your ass elf, because I am only getting started!”
@fallesto (Vernon Roche)
Even as she screamed, somewhere deep inside she had the wherewithal to wonder is this what I deserve? All those years of hunting dh’oine, raiding their camps, killing them in their sleep, torturing them until they screamed made up nonsense, anything to stop the suffering ... was this the price?
No.
The bl’oede d’hoines had done the same and worse to her people, killing even those who did not have the means to fight back, those who had no part in war or kings or politics. The price had been paid a thousands times over, and the war was done, the killing had stopped.
Except for Vernon Roche. Was it just that this was the only life he knew? He couldn’t stop killing, maiming, torturing? Had he become such a gruesome husk of himself?
She had been tortured before, this was nothing new. Except that now it all seemed so pointless. Should she ridicule him and egg him on until he just outright killed her? It would speed the proceedings up, if nothing else. The other option was to lie, to make up some secret location of where Iorweth could be hiding .... but that would just prolong this suffering.
She didn’t want to lie, even though it would be so easy. In the monster that Vernon Roche had become, she saw a bit of herself, or at least, what she could have turned into, had she not let go of the hatred and anger that had been such a motivating factor in her life. With Iorweth gone, without him feeding the fire of her rage, it had been possible to move on. Not to forgive, mind you, but to push it down and focus on other things.
She sucked air into her lungs, all but depleted from screaming, and hissed at the human.
“You’re smarter than this, Vernon. You know as well as I do how torture works -- people will say anything to make it stop, and most of the time it isn’t the truth the spills out between their screams.”
Her vision was starting to darken around the edges -- if he touched that molten metal to her one more time, she’d surely pass out.
“What was it you said to me? Speak honestly, and you will not be harmed. An empty assurance, I see. Nothing you do to me will reveal where Iorweth is because I do not know. I left the Scoia’tael months ago and have not looked back. I can help you look for him, if that is your wish, but is it stands at this moment, i know no more than you.”
Council at Kaer Morhen
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