#gairnjan

[trialedsage-archive]

{x} @gairnjan​

     “And yet you have not fixed it yourself,” he admonished lightly as he flicked away one last piece of lint from her shoulder. Sensing her discomfort, he took a respectful step back, hands dropping to his sides. Perhaps he was being a little too familiar. He gave a small tilt of his head by way of an apology before continuing, “We have been moving non-stop. We should make time to gather supplies next we are able.”

     Granted, Eredin had not exactly given them time to so much as catch their breath. Even Avallac’h, who’s robes had once been pristine things fit for the king’s court, was beginning to look a little shabby. His magic could only do so much to keep him presentable for so long.

     “In fact, there is a place we could go. It is a... mm, chaotic world.” And a distasteful one, at that. The bright lights, constant noise, strange smells, the press of too many bodies on a crowded street. These were unpleasant memories, ones he did not desire to revisit. But, desperate times... “It is possible that we could shake the Red Riders, at least for a short while. Provided you do not use your powers, that is. Under any circumstance.” 

[uwutwevurbelmwonte]

"I missed you, Trevor." (from alucard)

unprompted ask // @gairnjan

     ❝ What is that? No teasing barb or witty remark- Wait, what? ❞ He paused when he realized that his first name was actually used, probably for the first time now that he thought about it, instead of his last name. A brow arched as he looked at the other curiously. ❝ You doing okay? ❞

[aen-consilium]

gairnjan replied to your post “     ‘idk how to hit on Ciri so she has to die’”

can't hit on ciri so have to hit her

     die. die. die. die. die. die. die. die. die. die. die

[coming-xf-age-archive]

@gairnjan​ liked for a starter!

“...Something the matter?”

[vernades]

@gairnjan​ -- ;

He was precious to them, like a brother. As the fire crackled languidly between them, Trevor since having fallen fast asleep, a rare breed of camaraderie and contentment flourished betwixt the pair. Firelight cast long shadows at their backs, a brooding darkness hunkering nearer with the promise of winter carried steadily on the frigidity of the late autumn winds. It was Sypha’s favorite time of year, and though it might seem an odd circumstance to feel at peace when their campaign against Dracula’s forces was still underway, but moments like these weren’t wasting time. Even if the situations leading up to it hadn’t been the best, their camaraderie was the light in the darkness.

“You know, growing up, my sister witches and I would always tell stories around the campfire. I’ll admit, I miss doing it.”

[akindlymonster-a]

“Are you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.” (Ciri is suggesting pick up lines to say to Geralt, because I'm just imagining her trying to get them to express their feelings)

Adorably Bad Pick-Up Lines || Accepting

“ Good Gods, no! ” He has been laughing for a good fifteen minutes now, and Geralt’s wretched daughter shows no sign of stopping, firing dreadful pun after dreadful pun at him with no regard for the state of his ribs. Wiping at his eyes, he fights to hold back another wave of giggles, smile so wide as to show every last fang. That his once pale skin is a brilliant shade of pink rather goes without saying. “ You are terrible! What makes you think I would ever say something like that? Especially to him! Of all the ridiculous notions! ”

                                        @gairnjan

[altarsburning]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FELLOW SCORP.

THANK YOU, BLESSED SCORPIO. xo

[adiamondog-aa]

"Hey, Big Boss." (from widow ehehe)

@gairnjan​

     ❝Want to see why they call me Big Boss?❞