#halloweenflcwer

[witcherreborn]

Geralt and Dani

@halloweenflcwer

He needed a symbol of protection placed on his body.  In the old days, it would have been painted on and only lasted for as long as the paint stayed un-smudged.  Something that didn’t last long when you started to sweat.  He had never thought, back then, to have it tattooed.  Especially not with the way tattoos were done in those days.

Now, however; tattoos seemed like simple things taking much less time.

Stepping into the tattoo parlor with a print out of the design he needed done over his heart, his eyes fell to a beautiful young woman with vibrantly colored hair.  The Witcher tilted his head to the side as golden eyes looked at her, taking in her curves.

If this is who he thought it was...then he found the fact that her name was Dandelion hilarious; only because of his old friend the Bard who had the same name; staged though it may be.

“Are you Danndelion?  I have an appointment to get a piece done.”

[normallyxstranger1]

@halloweenflcwer​ | title; shh! (Victor & Dani) | from a starter call 

     Being an untethered ghost, one would think there’d be far more freedom. Not so, for the usual spirit, but Victor was not a usual spirit. He’d discovered his limits, or lack thereof, and made good use of how far he could push them. Currently, his time was occupied with literature. It was, simply put, a means to reduce his boredom, but if there was something to learn… well, he’d learn it. 

     Dickens had always been a favorite, but he shifted away from familiar territory to search through new releases. Most books were banal, hardly interesting, but it passed time—whatever time was these days for him. It was late, the sun having set many hours ago. He’d assumed the library had closed for it had been quiet for a long time—quieter than a public library should be.

     Then he heard a cough, or a sound that was like a cough. It may have been something else, but Victor—entirely visible and tangible with the strength of his ghostly talents—went still. He listened for a few seconds before a small half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he faded into invisibility, book still opened in his hand, now seemingly floating alone in the air.

     “Shh!” he shushed, loudly and obnoxiously, in the hopes that it might startle whomever had interrupted his silent reading time.