↬ @geralte sent : squints at.
DAWN BLOOMS IN HER HANDS , springtime goddess in thorned grave ; rose petal cheeks , wildfire hair , starlight eyes! made and crafted from cosmos , the dust of the ancients . and how she works her magic , queenly even without queenly garb or crown . camelot is hers . she knows the veins of it better than anyone else . even a hunter such as he . so she returns to the table , chin high and lofty , lips flickering on a smile just a touch mischievous . WHO KNEW : there’s a woman beneath the kingdom on her shoulders .
‘ don’t be so sour , geralt . ‘ she leans an elbow onto the table , a swirling gravity of skirts and stars . the excitement makes her burn brighter . with delicate grace --- an arch of her brow , a wildly pleased smirk --- she curves a hand ‘round his tankard of mead and takes it . ‘ i’ve found the information we need . and it didn’t cost any gold . ‘