#cerbin

[musamulta-arc]

@cerbin​ asked:

❝ this must be our secret. ❞ for jaskier

There was a tear for the bard when it came to secrets. For a man who talked as much as Jaskier did, he had a surprising amount of them. After all, who really knew much about his life before Geralt? No one. He was surprisingly good at hiding things. But sometimes he didn’t like hiding things. Not everything was meant to be.

He frowned gently, gaze meeting violet. “Are you absolutely sure?” What was one more secret in the grand scheme, but... he wasn’t sure, himself.

[lionesswitcher]

SHE LOOKS TO YENNIFER, emerald hues imploring. “What am I doing wrong?” Ciri questions, hand falling to hang limply by her sides. They’d been at this for hours now and she had yet to grapple with any semblance of control.

The princess leaves the training ring, picking up her water skin and guzzling down the contents. More ends up on her chin and shirt than it does in her mouth. Ciri swipes her lips with the back of her hand. “At this rate, I’ll be dead by the time I figure this out.”

Tossing the empty skin to the side, fingers curl around her sword, drawing it from its sheath. Ciri has always drawn comfort from her blade and wielding it. At least she could trust steel.

@cerbin​ gets a starter !

[betterdcyz]

@cerbin​ has been rewarded with a bastard bard!

      “——I never thought I’d see the day when you look like utter crap and,  wait,  Yennefer are you okay?”  The insult/teasing remark was interrupted by concern.  

[waryar]

FIRST MEETING PROMPTS || accepting.

“I did not know sorceresses could bleed.” The smirk is apparent on her face, though the blame should not be put on Eivor entirely. After all, had they not drink all the barrels Tekla had brought right after the assault, and her brain is all forms of muddled.

Not muddled enough to dab medicine into the small cut on the woman’s bare shoulder, completely aware that she is crossing a boundary perhaps, but not finding the wit to care. It is almost unbearably hot by the hearth as well, but the blonde cannot remember to take her coat off. There are more important matters to tend to.

“It is the only way in which I can thank you for helping us tonight.” She can think of... other ways, especially in her drunken state, but thinks it would be humiliating to receive a slap in front of many others gathered in the longhouse.

“What is your name?” @cerbin​

[zagubionywilk]

@cerbin​    |    x

"Speak for yourself, I'd much rather die anywhere else than here."

       >> ⚔️ <<                                  ❝         WELL    .  .    ARE YOU    with me then,   yennefer   ??    or are we    leaving    in a fashion that    I DON’T LIKE.         ❞        

[humilemvatisa]

@cerbin​ liked for a starter!

“Like rubbing wine stains into rugs... it’s my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse.”

[waswilczmin]

 ❛  i  don’t  like  this  idea  .  ❜

 the  inside  of  the  tailor  shop  felt  stifling  to  the  witcher  ,  who  stood  very  near  the  doorway  ,  as  though  he  might  run  at  any  second  ,  his  arms  crossed  and  his  gaze  set  hard  in  defiance  ,  in  dislike  ,  in  dissent  for  all  things  fancy  .  he  could  already  feel  the  doublet  constricting  his  chest  and  his  armpits  .  it  wasn’t  a  feeling  he  enjoyed  .  from  what  he’d  learnt  of  yennefer  ,  he  knew  that  she  rather  fancied  dressing  up  and  dazzling  everyone  who  looked  her  way  .

 he  might  ,  indeed  ,  run  at  any  second  .        ❛  i  can  think  of  an  easier  way  to  get  that  information  .  i’ll  just  wait  a  stone’s  throw  away  and  keep  watch  ,  while  you  attend  .  ❜

                          *  ━゜   starter  call   /   @cerbin​  .

[vattgherni]

@cerbin​ said: “Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?” › meme ,

bandages wrapped across his upper chest,  the once white material now stained red with the blood that was soaking through. the white wolf found himself still in a daze, only able to push himself up by his elbows and not much more. his senses were still distorted, a blurred gaze and the sensation of being trapped underwater that muddled with his hearing. but through all that, he was still able to sense her presence, through the way his heart screamed and pounded just by her being near.   ❛ yes... ❜   he answered, plain and simple, as he focused golden hues onto her. it was not unusual for either of them to leave, when the other was not aware ; the fact she stayed as a true surprise, but he was grateful she did.    ❛ but thank you. ❜   voice full of grit spoke, body uncomfortably shifting on the bed he was sitting up upon.   ❛ for staying... ❜