#calonetta

[fuck-yeah-yennefer]

Priscilla: Penny for your thoughts?

Dandelion: Hey, my thoughts are worth more than a penny!

Geralt, not looking up: No, they’re not.

[marbienl13]

***I can’t lose you***

It’s been many months after you-know-what, and Dandelion’s still fretting like a worried mother hen - especially when they get invited to perform for a noble. They love to perform, definitely, just... things are different now. Priscilla... could really use a hug (indeed). 

[liaonyxrayne]

Priscilla for Prompt: Dreamy.

[witcher-through-nvidia]

[falinaoftoussaint]

Priscilla: Troubadour, tribadist – what’s the difference at this point?

[littleblondesoprano]

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I got really excited and sang “Wolven Storm” except this time it’s much better (just don’t listen too hard, lol) it’s what I could do with my shitty phone mic and at...midnight, lol. 

[pineysathome]

These scars, long have yearned, for your tender caress To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own Rend my heart open, then your love profess A winding, weaving, fate to which we both atone

You flee- my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm To find your heart, its passion displaced By ire ever growing hardening into stone Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound The wish I whispered, when it all began Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

[vale-thoughts]

Geralt: Why, Priscilla?

Priscilla: Why am I sleeping with Dandelion?

Geralt: Is it a pity thing?  Is he sick?  Are you working for the government?  Dammit, he's holding you against your will, isn't he?  If he IS holding you against your will, blink twice.  Blink twice.  You tired of being turned on?  You have a mole fetish? 

Priscilla: *walks away*

Geralt: Is it huge?  I'm sorry, let me... let me rephrase that...   Is it huge?