#elysianfell

[pulitzerpanther]

@elysianfell​

“Hmmm, alright. It’s an...interesting proposal. Let’s say,” A long hum, thumb running along the rim of a glass, “I’ll help you. You still haven’t told me what would propel me to do so.” 

“I do love a good negotiation.”

[pulitzerpanther]

@elysianfell​

“...has anyone ever told you that you’re a fool?” 

“Because if not, I would like to congratulate myself on being a revolutionary woman.” 

[pulitzerpanther]

Ciri sat down in the palace, sweat on her brow. But the beast was gone, and perhaps the kingdom could get some peace of mine. And she, perhaps, could get something to drink. She didn't want to take up Cat's time, besides, she had done her job, no doubt she would want her to move on.

@elysianfell

“And here,” Cat’s voice sounds louder than it might ever be in the empty halls, sounding off the walls like a muse’s song. Which might be fortunate, as most servants would insist it was far more like a banshee’s shriek. But she comes closer to the girl with clicking footsteps and a glass of ever-present wine, no servant in sight to mutter under their tongue, dropping the chalice with knowing fingers next to her wrist.

A deal is a deal.

“I thought all of those tales claimed warriors always burst through kingdom doors whenever they were victorious. I should have known better would come from a woman. I’m pleased, I suppose,” A hint of a smile, “To see you’re alive.” 

[pulitzerpanther]

Mera smiled, as she leaned forward, lips just inches from Cat. "Could I perhaps persuade the golden-haired Queen to join me at the heating pools? Such a wonderful presence would lighten the entire evening,"

@elysianfell

“Asking whether or not you could convince me is not likely to get the answer you are aiming to achieve.” But, oh, lips curl, humming from her perch. “You might be fine with your potions, darling, but you’re obviously likely to lose a battle of wordplay.” 

“And I certainly,” Her nose barely scrunches--eyes dipping in assessment before settling back upwards, “Have not heard a reason to follow you to the pools.” 

[fourmarksmage]

@elysianfell​ asked: Roach sat there... sat there? Wait, how was she sitting. Her senses were different, she felt different. She looked down, but there were hands where there was once hooves. Instinct took over as she panicked, looking over at Yennefer. "What...what did you do? What did you do??" Roach exclaimed. She hadn't been human for over a century, it didn't feel right to be human again. 

IC asks | always accepting

Well… If anyone asked why Yennefer was so rarely caught doing something nice for someone else, she could always point to the time Geralt’s beloved horse had turned into a human woman had turned her off from the idea. She shook her head in disbelief, wondering if the spell had bounced back and hit her in the head. “I… I was just trying to make Roach--” She hesitated a moment, tilting her head. “Or rather, you, I guess, immortal. You’re the one he has the easiest time talking to, he ought to not have to replace you every few years.” She huffed, putting her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “I don’t think what I was doing is all that important compared to finding out just who are you? Did you…. Were you always a horse and my spell has gone terribly sideways?” She doubted it, though this wasn’t any outcome she had accounted for.

[fckingbard]

elysianfell replied to your post: if you need me i’ll be dying here for the next...

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there’s a part two bahaha i’m just here losing my shit at all the ciri memes 

[pulitzerpanther]

Kara didn't want to make a noise, a course she knew Cat would help, but she was always worrying her, and Kara didn't want to worry her tonight. She just needed to get the small piece out and she be fine. Just...Just fine. Sweat beaded on her brow as she sat down at the kitchen table, fiddling with the first aid kit to find the needles, ignoring the brief glimpse in the mirror of her faint green veins in her face. Shifting she looked at her abdomen, trying to steady her hand.

@elysianfell

“Kara.” A gasp and, oh, Cat hates sounding surprised. “Is there a reason--”

Sleep doesn’t cling to the voice rumbling through their kitchen as much as weariness might. Exhaustion hanging down bones like a heavy blanket might, the cold of the air settling in a dissipating puff of air as bare feet pad along stone that feels like ice underneath curling toes. Glasses slide up the bridge of Cat’s nose as she settles across from Kara, batting away hands that she can move far too easily, a green hue glinting off of tweezers and lighting up Kara’s dipping chin. Cat’s jaw tightens--rigid stone--eyes focusing on the task at literal hand so that Kara might not be able to see the concern seeping into green just as brightly as it might seep into her lover’s skin. 

Cat hates her never-failing sixth sense. She hates that knowing practical omniscience that keeps weary shoulders up, on nights like these. Kara’s not bleeding out on the floor, at least, and that should be nothing short of a victory, and yet--

A sharp breath, voice calm as a steady palm flattens out over Kara’s side. Ignoring the veins.

Ignoring, in the back of her mind, the image of that scar on Kara’s shoulder.

“You didn’t come wake me up? Outside,” And there’s something a little sharper than that calm. Something that thankfully dwarfs the concern, “Of your own reckless pride? What happened?” 

[pulitzerpanther]

'Please don't slam the door on my nose, it's sensitive,' Roach said through telepathy to Cat. - Have a Roach before I even finish making her.

@elysianfell 

Fingers are curled tightly around the stem of her glass. It’s a singular glass, half of it having found its way down the warmth of her throat, and an eyebrow slowly arches at the sight of the talking horse whose hooves are lingering on the edge of the stone of her doorway. 

The urge to slam the door regardless just so that she might not have to deal with whatever hell Kara has gotten them into now is immediate, but she sighs, instead, chin tipping backwards as she casually hums, as if there were not a talking beast upon her door. 

“Kara!” The voice is not as casual, booming from that warm throat into the hall, the now-drained glass the only clue that Cat might have seen the horse, at all. Obviously her guards should be replaced. What if the talking horse were here to signal her doom? Honestly. “It’s obviously for you!”